It’s somewhat painful but I don’t mind. I know that after a few strokes it won’t be a problem. ‘Yes there.’ He props his arms on either side...of my body and picks a rhythm, deciding to fuck me slow and sweet. Each thrust is like a humming bird dipping into a flower’s nectar as his dick draws a little more of my body’s natural lube upward, coating my inner walls and making the going easier. I am becoming slick and hot and swollen. I close my eyes and pull him down, pressing my mouth to his. I am. Kiley’s words were no sooner out of her mouth when someone bumped into us and almost caused Kiley to fall. I heard “Watch where you are going dumb shit.”I turned and saw Brad dancing with Connie. I asked Kiley if she was all right and she said she was. I turned to Brad and said “You are an asshole. Why Connie wastes her time on a dipshit like you I will never understand.”“What did you call me” he asked as he poked me in the chest and gave me the gift I needed. He poked me. That’s assault right?. She met Ian’s thrusts to perfection, coaxing him on with words that would embarrass a trooper. He tried to get her to quieten down, but she was having none of it. She told him to, 'ram her cunt... fuck her slut fuck hole....' You get my drift, she was what’s known as a 'whore in the bedroom' I absolutely loved it. I love anything like that. I was envious. She was insatiable. Ian was doing his best but after the weekend we’d just had, he was tiring and she noticed it. She dropped down telling. Our young couple did well on the basketball court. Their teams made it to the State Playoffs, but no further. One person, on each team, can only do so much. Besides, the other teams had larger pools of talent to pull from. There was no shame in how they placed. They were happy, and when their team mates asked why, they were told that what mattered was that they gave it their all. As long as they did that, they should be happy. If they'd won, and went all the way to the final play off, but.