The passion quickly rising as our lips meet, our tongues dancing rapidly back and forth. My strong arms around you, my hands start to caress your back... and down to your ass. You are holding me close, pressing your chest against mine, our breath rising and falling together. You are wearing a dress, with a low scoop in the front that showcases your beautiful breasts. I reach behind you and slowly unzip your dress, from your neck slowly down to the top of your ass. My fingers slowly caressing down. I ask if you're okay and you say yes, but you don't want me to go. I remind you it's the middle of the night, that I'm not going anywhere. Your answer is simple, beautiful - Good, hold me. They're the only words I need to snuggle closer, to completely spoon my body with yours. Time passes in a sleepy haze. I stroke through your locks, each strand of hair fragrant and silky, my fingers wandering to your neck. I love gradually waking you with my fingertips, as bits of your consciousness gently. The feeling for me was just indescribable. As my pee flowed down my legs and started to drip onto the kitchen floor I had never felt so alive and naughty. I stared intently at Anne’s pussy as she started to come with frantic movements of her hands and hips. “Go on Mary, go on, be dirty for Me” she shouted as she reached her final throws. I couldn’t just sit peeing anymore. I had to deal with my own lust and quickly undid the top of my jeans and pulled down to my thighs. My knickers followed far. He began pulling his finger back out, but he felt her clench. ‘Please don’t stop this,’ she said. ‘I feel so full of you. Please.’ Aimee wasn’t looking at him, though. Her head was craned back, her voice pleading. His eyes gazed the length of her body, from her arms thrown over her head to her arched neck to her taut breasts thrust high with her pulsating movements. He watched her rippling abdominal musculature, twitching at his invasion and the sensations it was causing, and his eyes traveled.