"The president reached out, and gave him a high five. He laughed."Okay, okay. Can you do me?"Sure enough, across from him, sat himself. He looked over...everything, in awe and fascination."Can you do my father?"Once more, there he was. He set his mug down, looking at the man's features. And he remembered. It had been so long since he'd seen him alive. Years, decades. Before he could say anything he found himself upset. Tears came easy, and the figure snapped back to one of shadows and blurs. He. "I should have believed you." And with that she kissed me several times, each kiss deeper than the last. We pressed our bodies together like we were trying to become one being, and the passion was hot enough to melt wax. I was sure she could feel the bulge in my pants now. "What did my ex write on the wall with my phone number?" I asked."I'm not telling, your heads are big enough already." she responded. "But it's true."I laughed at the joke, but wondered what she could possibly have seen. Sam was having a similar reaction. Just having hands massaging her body and gently rubbing her thighs was making her wet. She kept making soft moaning sounds of pleasure. She started to drift off and had a half daydream of her and Danny kissing again. Meanwhile Danny had noticed a small wet spot forming on Sam’s towel and she smiled. She moved up and bent closer to rub more forcefully on Sam’s shoulders and neck. Her face was only a few inches away from Sam’s when Sam suddenly opened her eyes.. Soon the groaning, which sounded painful, turned into a more pleasurable groan, with mewing coming deep within her throat. Soon I was ramming as hard as I could up Mandy's arse and she was pushing back onto me. Mandy reached between her legs and started to rub her pussy hard, up and down. I was slamming my cock, and my pubic bone was hammering Mandy's cheeks. Mandy was still tight, but with the aid of the KY, I was really ramming her home. Soon, I could hear Mandy saying, “Nearly, nearly,.