"Yes, yes...." I managed to express. Julie smiled.Julie eased me back onto the couch and semi-straddled my waist and thenleaned down to kiss me again....Her long tresses were the first things toreach me. They tickled my neck as they momentarily danced there. It wasalmost as if I was in a refuge, surrounded by her hair. We began tomake out like two teenagers, kissing and probing each other's mouthswith our tongues. Neither of us seemed to be in a hurry to move onbeyond this at the moment, we were. I made it clear to her that I would like her to get on her knees and stick her bum in the air. The sight of her smooth pussy protruding from between her legs drove me wild. I lined my cock up with her entrance and pushed it in for a second time. Her pussy was tight and she gripped me as I started thrusting into her. I grabbed her hips with my hands to steady myself and began to pick up the pace.The harder I thrust, the more she began to appreciate what I was doing. Deep sighs bordered on. When I saw a strong majority of them had an elementary grasp of that concept, I provided them with one more key example from 'Part 2'. "Waters and Gilmour said in a 'backdoor' type manner that a good education would lead to quality individuals. Just like you hope your offspring will become." The Energists all agreed with me on that point."Now, do you see or hear any mention of the individualistic word 'I' anywhere in that song?" When I sensed that the Energists were slightly confused at my line. I heard him whistle and say to his friends, "hey this bitch has no pants on and she's wet as fuck!". There was a lot of laughter and a flurry of very suggestive remarks while he lifted her skirt and studied her pussy while he slowly rubbed his fingers along her slit. He stood up and there was a conversation I couldn't hear but they all looked in my direction and then motioned me over. I walked over wondering what the hell she had got into and with my cock already stirring in my jeans. Mel.