Show me the real Hawley Battle. I want to see and experience everything with you, Hawley.”“Show me the real - Gina Marie Worthington. I want to se... that person, let her hair down, take her clothes off and revel in being naked. I would imagine the real Gina could cut loose and be fucking h-o-t if she knew she was safe from prying eyes.”“I’ll invite you over to our condo one night when your mom’s working. Mary Beth and I will show you a whole nother way to spell H-O-T ... in a way that will burn. "Go on" said a small voice, trembling, I don't know whose. A deeper more authoritative voice murmured, "Yes, go on " My equally trembling fingers stole down over my soft belly towards the white hot and oozing slit. My middle finger found my stone - hard little clitoris and my breath caught in my throat. My breasts were heaving. I decided to close my eyes, pretend they weren't there, and just come as quickly as I could. Instead my mind chose to conjure up the idea that they were all. “Take me my love,” she managed to say, still dazed, as she wrapped her legs around him. Having only been in a c*** for a week, his muscles hadn’t atrophied enough to weaken him and so he was able to lift her up, making her whimper with each step as he was still buried deep within her, and walked her over to the wall. Pushing her back against it, she moaned as each hard, rough thrust sent sparks of pleasure throughout her whole body. He was finally able to just look at her unclothed beauty and. I saw her leaning against the counter in the kitchen, talking with a man and woman. God, she really looked hot. Standing there, her breasts just stood out with barely a sag. From across the room my eyes traced a line down her curved rib cage and across that amazingly flat abdomen. At the bottom there was a lovely triangular patch of brown hair that pointed to delights yet to be savored. Her long, slim legs started as lovely, rounded thighs and descended to shapely tapered calves. I lusted for.