They grabbed handfuls of each others hair and began jerking each others head back and forth so hard that clumps of hair started coming loose from each...of their heads. They squeezed each others legs tightly together as they continued to grind their crotches against each other, rubbing each other raw.After about 15 minutes of hard fighting, the young squaws broke apart and stood to their feet. Their tits rose and fell dramatically as they struggled to catch their breath. All at once they rushed. After having the lunch I went there and tried to talk with them. And we played the group game and had a small chitchat. In the evening, before leaving the place I asked for her mobile number, which she gave me, after we started having talks on telephone. Previously we talked about the general things but later we started talking and personal life and later about the sex. We did lots of phone sex and she was very shy during the talks. Now the real story comes. I live alone in my apartment, one. "He held his breath, watching her face frowning as she absorbed his words."Like the hair idea, but, the rest? Bit of a cliché." First draft only," Peter said quickly.She laughed, a lovely sound. Then her frown was back, "But I'm no angel."Peter was finding an unexpected boldness now that she was so close, "Could have fooled me."She nodded, "And probably have." Her eyes were very firmly on him now, "Do you still have a crush on me?"He could only nod weakly like the lonely young man he was. Why. Each time he seemed to slip deeper into me. The sounds of his moans were ringing in my ears and making me roll my hips to meet his every thrust. His thrusts were becoming faster and deeper each time. I brought my thighs up and squeezed my legs against his hips. My body was being crashed into with ever increasing speed. Michael kissed me and lifted his chest off of me. His chest was heaving and glistening with sweat. Only our hips were touching and they were on fire. He let out a groan and.