She left her, however, with her hands, arms and face buried in the white pullover.Jennie then opened Kristen’s bra and, producing a knife from that ...lack bag, cut the arm straps of the bra, setting Kristen’s tits free.The ‘battle’ at this point had brought them near the stairs that went down into the family room. Jennie grabbed a hunk of Kristen’s hair, through the fabric of the pullover, and also grabbed the waist band of Kristen’s panties and simply hauled her to the stairs and down the. I felt certain then, but of only one thing. I was certain that our two entities had come into contact before; we made love, and it was not the first time that we had ever made love, whether making love is any real action or whether such an idea is even existent in the reality of realities irrelevant, for this idea and action was taking place in the reality of current and seemingly most recent experience, and, I was sure, having taken place before, though I knew not how many times, in the past.. ..then, as his lovely hot cock eased its way inside me all feelings of wrongdoing evaporated, I threw my arms around his naked body and felt the thrill of his hard muscular body now gently thrusting back and forth, up and down my wet love tunnel. Instinctively my hands roamed finding his well rounded firm buttocks. I pulled him ever deeper into me and now we both rocked back and forth in the ecstasy of our own forbidden lust. It seemed to go on forever, and I wanted it to. Gripping. The guy in Pia pulled out and walked around to me, urging the younger guy to finish as he wanted to maintain his erection. No sooner said than he complied and this warmth I could feel, as my crotch was cold. He lined himself up to the task in hand and I let out a scream as he tore into my ass, without consideration just contempt for the slags across the car bonnet, coming out dressed like we were gagging for cock and these brave souls were doing both of us a great service by providing us with.