As we rode down a countryside pathway, I was once again getting more than a glimpse of her from behind, and I tried to tell myself to stay alert to th... surroundings rather than stare at the small of her back, which was exposed due to the shortness of her top. Not only did her ass look more pert than ever, but her panties were marginally showing also, almost as if she'd purposely pulled them up to tease me, even though I knew it was purely because riding a bike increases the chances of that. They hadn't seen anything yet, I thought.After a few minutes of taking a solo run with Jessie, I pulled out, and the train really began. One by one, all nine of us had Jessie the same way, bent over against that stone column, steadily fucking her from behind. Some fucked her slowly and deliberately, and others screwed her hard and fast. Some held onto her waist, others her ass or tits, and a couple even pulled her hair. No matter what, Jessie moaned as her lover grunted and groaned behind her.. I return his kiss and wrap my arms around his neck. His hands go to my bare ass, pulling me against him. So it's hard to miss the bulge in his pants. "I've wanted to do that since you walked in here," he tells me, after he breaks the kiss. "Well, kiss me again," I say with a smile. He smiles and kisses me again. His hand leaves my ass, going to the front of me and cups my pussy. He slides his index finger into me and finds I'm already wet, he slides his finger in and out me. He goes faster when. "If we had met on the street a week ago, we would never have known the difference." These were, of course, my own thoughts from mere hours ago, and when confronted with them my resolve crumbled. I let her kiss me again. the feeling of her trembling lips on mine, the ambrosial scent of her hair and her breath, and the promise of her body, the promise of the of unity and communion that I craved, lulled my better judgment into a dreamless sleep from which it would not awake until it was too late.I.