.....’ All of a sudden Amy felt Peter’s hands grab her from behind and swing her around and onto the bed. ‘Stop it! I haven’t time for mucking...about. I’ll be late’. This didn’t stop Peter. ‘Oh come on, just a quick one’.‘No! I’ve just got time to dress before I have to leave. Later, please’.Amy was on her back on the bed with just her lower legs hanging over the edge. Peter was on top of her with his head resting on her cleavage. He could hear her heart beating through the satin-like material. Johnson” Amanda meekly replied, although her thoughts were decidedly different. She slid into the empty seat and opened her book. She tried to pay attention, but she found herself losing her place as Mrs. Johnson rambled on about Emily Dickinson and her poetry. Amanda found herself wondering if there still was a Mr. Johnson, because she couldn’t imagine anyone living with Mrs. Johnson. She was loud and quite frankly unattractive. She was a tall, stout woman with a beet red face and short, mousy. His soft, hot lips came unto mine, kissing me passionately. My senses were awakened by the mind-blowing feeling and I wanted him inside of me immediately. But he was taking his time to turn me on!My lingerie was slowly getting soaked with my juice. Every kiss left me yearning for more of him. He pulled off the piece of clothing violently. I could feel my nipples harden when air fell on them. But it wasn’t the air, no, it was what he was doing to me and the thought of what he was going to do. She had trimmed her hair down there so she was not bushy around her pussy. There were droplets of her juice on it. Her pussy was glistening with her juice. She was lying in a way that her one leg was raised and the other was flat on the bed and two of her fingers were inside her pussy.By seeing her pose itself I got aroused. I immediately removed my boxer and went between her legs and moved her legs apart. I removed her hand from there and I replaced with my tongue. My tongue parted her pussy.