Come on, Baby, ride me like I’m your fastest horse and you’re about to win that crown. Go Jackie, Go Girl, Go!”“YES, YES, YES! OH HELL YES! Th...s is just how I knew our first time would be! Ride hard with me, Bob! Here I come again!”The next morning, Bob and Jackie were getting dressed for their tennis match when there was a knock on the door to the master bedroom.Jackie opened the door to see J Lo and Tommy. They were dressed for their match and both were smiling the smiles of newlyweds in. Marcus reached down and yanked, and up she came, gasping, her sides and stomach burning from the unaccustomed exertion. But even then they weren't done. "Higher," he said, "keep climbing," but at least the branches were closer together, more at waist height.They perched precariously, peering down through a tangled net of branches. Gabriele heard blood pounding in her ears, felt it thundering in her chest. She felt a tingle on her skin and suddenly realized she held the Flow, though she couldn't. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and. She had to bring her hand to wipe it out. It gave me more confidence to go further.With my right hand again caressing her head, my left hand went for her waist. I gave soft squeeze to her waist outside her dress. Then moved my hand towards her breasts. I gave her breasts a hit while moving my hand. She didn’t make any response. Then I directly kept my hand over her breasts. I could guess it as small even outside her dress.It was pretty easy to take my hand inside her dress. Her waist was so.