I told him that I wanted to think about it.I did, but not for as long as he did, the very next day I said: "I'm OK with it, and if the guy say OK, you...can watch, or else I'll tell you all about it after we are finished!"We talked a lot about where and how we should pick up the guy, we didn't want it to be anybody we know already, and nobody from where we lived.We agreed to put an ad in a Danish Adult Magazine called Weekend Sex.At first we had an ad in the magazine without picture that one only. And I wasn't about to let go. The Woman squealed – a high-pitched squeal of utter delight.His hand dropped to my wrist. Locked around it. Pulled. No luck. I pulled back my face and smiled into his eyes. I saw the confusion - the fear that was there. He was gasping now. I was crushing his sack - twisting. I rolled him onto his back, wrapped myself around him and, to protect it, ground into his body with my cock. My sweaty, muscled chest was firmly against his, and, there was still my ever. "Why is it so damn hot in here?", she thought.Senna was startled by pounding on the outside of the ship distracted her, followed by a deep yell from outside."That electric shock should slow them down.", Beck trailed off, "...uh, any luck back there? We can't hold them off for long..." Ah, I can't believe this!", Senna steeled up her courage and pulled her panties aside and bracing herself on the saddle, touched her labia to the warm, glistening phallus. Instantly a loud thrum shook the ship as. You have to walk a little different when you're wearing high heels I'dfound out when I bought my first pair last year - like you have to swingyour hips a little more, or something. So Allison and I are walkingthrough the mall, headed toward the movie theatre, and I could clearlysee her breasts swinging back and forth under her tight tank top and Icould feel mine swinging the same way and I guess from some of thestares we were getting from some guys that we were putting on a realshow. It must.