When she bent over in her short skirt and I saw her plump ass hiding her black thong, I couldn't take it no more. I rose up and grabbed a hand full of...ass with my left hand and rubbed my right hand down her back. She jokingly said, "what make you think you can grab me like that"? I replied, "I know I can, this chocolate ass belong to me"! She looked up and leaned up against my 6'4" frame. She must didn't realize how tall I was because she sighed like she just released a million years worth of. As the coolness of the night air once again hit her, made all the more noticeable by the comparable warmth of the now departed Uber, she spotted a building, her heart fluttering in her chest, ‘105 Gentech Road’. As her feet led her towards the building along the sidewalk she tried to think back to when she had last been this excited about an upcoming session and honestly it was a struggle. She absolutely adored the fantasy of taking a sweet piece of ass by force, but the closest she could ever. Applauding himself on his considerateness, he cracks the door open a little to check on his mother. She is sprawled on the bed in a robe, an open novel lying face down next to her. She must have fallen asleep reading. Peter smiles. He thinks of walking over and turning off the reading lamp, but decides against it. He retires to his room, strips naked, and slides under the covers.Two hours later, Peter is sound asleep in the deathly quiet of the house, interrupted infrequently by the faint,. There is one who lovingly leads and one who delightedly follows. A partnership made in Heaven (with occasional delicious hints of Hell). I'm leaning against a tree, my face and body streaked with the tracks of our various fluids. You are naked from the waist down, the result of a wonderful tribbing session. You are sitting facing me, looking deep into my eyes, your arms wrapped around your knees.Without losing eye contact, I move across the leaves towards you and kneel at your feet, my legs.