His hands moved to the melody of the piano’s arpeggio’s, running like flowing streams of a mountain creek, across my back and shoulders, down my b...dy to my legs and feet. When the flutes and violins joined into the counter melodies, his hands moved back up my body and out over my arms and hands. Always moving, relaxing the fresh tension away, his hands never lost contact with my flesh. ‘Let my hands heat heal your soul for now Jessie. You’ve had your first orgasm but you’re not done yet. I want. They were big soft and firm.They used to look very attractive and may be every young man would love to touch them. One day I was caught in the train among a strong crowd all young and old. I was surrounded with young boys all pressing against every part of my body. I was totally helpless as one hand slowly started fondling my boobs. The hand was pressing my left boob and catching the nipple in his fingures.My nipple has become stiff. I could suddenly find another hand on my other boob. This. I licked my lips nervously and whipped my head left and then right to make sure I wasn’t being observed, and then I slipped my hand past the waist band of my running pants and panties to my tingling wet pussy.As my fingers invaded my sticky wetness, I began to moan softly whilst watching then fuck. Every muscle in Santos’s well sculpted body was rippling as he pounded Gabrielle’s cunt mercilessly, and she lifted her hips up to meet his every thrust while moaning out loud and mouthing sweet. That meant he was in my town. I found out what motel he usually stayed at when in town and, of course, I knew the bars and lounges in the area.He had never met me unless it was at one of the parties while he was at State. I went into the lounge of the motel he was staying at. I had seen his car parked on the side of the building where the trash dumpsters were kept. There was a back exit to the lounge there. I figured that if he picked up a woman, he could make a quick exit without being seen by.