We had been there fifteen or twenty minutes when Melissa and Paul walked up holding hands with a blanket to spread next to ours. We kissed one last ti...e and rolled to look at them spoon style. I had Karen enveloped in my arms as she snuggled tightly against my body.Melissa and Paul worked out their positions with a little more difficulty. I think it was more a case of unfamiliarity than a lack of interest in lying together. They finally got settled and I said, “Good morning.”Melissa and Paul. I thought that she was not as mentally strong asEmma, who of course had more to lose.When I assessed that she was holding herself together, we got out of the car, looking like two insurance salesmen, and walked up to the door where she rang the bell. Nothing happened and I guessed he was quite happy to let her wait. Just as she was about to ring again the door opened. A young man of about twenty one or two stood there. I had seen him around he clubs and pubs and we had chatted a few times. When. She wasn't trying to make it spurt. She was just having fun feeling it in her mouth, and listening to her best friend's sighs of pleasure."Why do they do that?" moaned Carly. "Everybody has sex. They have to. That's why we're here in the first place, because our parents had sex! Why do they tell us not to do what they do themselves?"Sherry, having no answers, kept bobbing her head gently. She was trying to figure out how to get more and more of this lovely penis into her mouth. She knew about. I stand up, lift one leg up, she strokes my cock, making it harder. I feel her pussy, getting wetter. When it's time, I sink the hero of this story back inside her. Pressing her up against that cold tile wall, pinning her, she can't move, nor does she want to, I hammer her some more. I'm a blacksmith now, forging a beautiful new sword. I lift her up and hold her, her arms around my neck, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I bury my face in her neck, my pounds are precise,.