He lifts me from the back of my thighs and slams me hard into the wall of the hallway. My excitement bursts out of me as I grab fist fulls of his hair...and push my lips hard against his. Our tongues entwined together and our bodies pushing in closer to feel one another’s arousal. I wrap my legs around his waist steadying myself; I can feel hi erection pushing hard against his zipper. His breath is hot as it moves down my neck and over my colour bone. His hands push my stain robe over my. She smiled remembering the battle she had with the optician when she had insisted on the particular shade of brown. "Ginny," he had said, "That color is hideous! My God, girl, it's the worst color possible for you!"He was right, of course, which was why she had insisted on it. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt strangely relieved to see her emerald-green eyes looking back at her. She rejoined Ali."You really did work at it, didn't you?" Ali said when Ginny returned to the. "Would you say we jumped up to fifteen or something?"Before I could protest, Mike asked, "Are you going to go back and fill in the ones we missed?" I think I said I stop at six," I protested playfully."What was six?" Mike asked."Making her cum with a cock in each end," I supplied."And seven?" he asked."Are you ready to lick me clean?" she asked him.He gave me a tentative look, but it was obvious that the answer was 'yes'."It's okay to answer yes," I reminded him. "I stop at six if seven. Him: quite tall, fairly well built with medium-length dark brown hair. Her: relatively petite, long braided hair the colour of ginger. I immediately thought of Crystal Gayle. Julie was very friendly and talkative, giving us lots of info about neighbours, good restaurants in the area, etc.It was a warm summer day and both were wearing shorts and t-shirts. Julie's shorts were very short, showing off her tanned and beautifully shaped legs. I found it difficult not to stare at her full and braless.