Then he went up to the bed, which was a bunk bed. He didn't use the bottom, the bottom was removed for space. The lights were out. We kissed up there ...n the top corner of his room. It was the very first time I'd ever french kissed. It was like swimming underwater in a simmering cave. I forgot about sex, I just wanted to kiss him. I never wanted to stop kissing. At that point in my life I masturbated probably two or three times a day at minimum. Somedays I just let myself have it all afternoon.. He has to work today, help out because someone got ill. we won't be disturbed."with that being said she leaned into me again kissing me harder than before. i relaxed and then lost control. my hands started roaming over her body. i squeezed her tits under the wet top and started to massage them, which made her moan during our kissing. her hand went to my balls and played around with them and then she pulled it out of my pants and back in on the other side to grab my ass. i did the same thing and. Sarah felt herself being spread wide and screamed in bliss as he pushed his hard cock inside of her. Her pussy welcomed his hard cock, inch by inch as it pushing into her wet snatch. His thick member slowly inched its way deeper into her pussy as she arched and twisted back into Franks body. “Fuck Sarah, you are the tightest girl I’ve ever been with.” moaned Frank as she pushed deeper into Sarah pussy. “Oh my god. You are so fucking big. Mmm give it to me.” Sarah moaned. Hearing those words. The smell of piss, puke and sweat was very pervasive. We passed a stocky thick-set oriental at the metal doors to a shady corridor, but since then we had passed only one drunk passed out on the floor, his own vomit covering his lap and chest. Dirt was thrown about the hallway randomly, yet a well-worn path was made down the middle.I followed my business partner as he turned several corners, obviously knowing where he was going. After about two minutes of this I could hear a faint musical sound.