She was smiling at me taking her in with my eyes. Her breasts were flopping nicely with her nipples at the ends, full and stiff. She moved forward and...on her knees as she took a cushion to rest them on for comfort. I reached forward to stroke her tightened nipples which protruded about half an inch from her dark pink to brown surrounds. “Yes Ian be hard on them. I love it hard. You can almost hurt them. I’ll tell you if it’s too hard.”I did and her face contorted slightly but she didn’t stop. I said yes and narrated my first experience in the school camp.As I was talking to him, he raised the speed of shaking. I was totally out of control and started moaning heavily. He was looking into my eyes. At one point he came near to my face. His hand is still shaking the penis. He looked at me for few seconds. My mouth was moaning. He kissed my lips suddenly and started licking my lips deeply.I was still moaning. He stopped everything and removed all his dresses. Then, came to me and removed. The room he pulled me to was quieter, and his left hand is still wrapped tightly around my right hand. He stops and turns around, eyeing me from head to toe, and back up again – before claiming he needs my help with something. “Okay, but I need somewhere to put my coat first.” – I reply. He smiles, and claims I can use the basement since no one ever goes down there. Once we go through the door, and down the stairs, I can see why. The basement is literally pure storage. The only safe haven is a. When Jenn died, it just wasn’t there for us anymore and it’s a giant hole in our relationship and now there are some, uh, performance issues.” This was all a little much for me to take in. I certainly didn’t want to hear about my friend’s “performance issues.”She continued, “You should see the porn history I stumbled upon a few weeks back. Let’s just say it goes down a bit more of an extreme path. After I found it I watched a little, maybe too much. Grant and I talked a bunch about it. .