I hold her hips as she lowers herself onto me, feeling me slidding inside of her inch by inch she gasps and moans a low deep moan of pure pleasure. " ...AHH!oooohhhhh..mmmmmm." The smell of coffee combined with that of our bodies, our lust and our sweat makes her lose all sense of time and space. All she can think of is the pleasure I give her and she gives me. I wasted no time taking advantage of our position. I kissed her deeply as I placed my left hand on her right nipple. She grows hornier by. She thought, at least until the last one, that it didn't matter. It was working so far though. She'd got so angry with the last one she'd demolished her opponent in the match. She though that there must something in it though. She'd never really got going at Wimbledon before. This time she seemed much better. And she really thought she could win it.Sitting on the bench in the locker room she was deep in thought, and paid no attention the athletic and often naked bodies passing her by. She never. She, too, had been in the shower because her hair was wet and she was wrapped in a towel. Bath made no attempt to cover up and went about looking for her panties. The fact that Beth was walking around naked and I was shirtless on the bed had no effect on Sharon. She acted as if everything was completely normal. "So what are you kids up to tonight?" she asked. "We're going to get some dinner and catch a movie," I answered casually."Oh, that sounds fun." Sharon smiled. "What are you going to see". The desire to create, to be given the opportunity to use any such talent for reward and to experience the joy of witnessing the end results rested deep within Freddie Redding, a media studies graduate from a third-rate college. However, because of his lowly degree plus lack of experience invariably met advice not to complete the recruitment form when he applied for jobs in creative advertising in New York. So at Grand Central he picked out a town upstate in an endeavor to kick-start his career.