If two people are meant to figure the hell out of each other, they find a way to do it. Not that it was easy. The sex was one thing. Maybe that part w...s easy - once we’d tapped into the same level and became contemporaries. But life is more than sex. Life is work and families and taking out the trash and relationships with so many add-ons, like trust that isn’t implied and the acceptability of PDA’s and dealing with one another’s histories. It makes it all so much harder than it needs to be. We. I still had a very big problem with the pants covering what could be the best part of his body, though. That problem would soon be resolved as well. I slipped my hands lower and yanked his pants down over his nice round ass. He let out a soft gasp and his small hands pulled at my clothing. “It’s not fair you’re still fully dressed!” Soon after the words left his lips we were both completely naked and my hands had developed a mind of their own. I gripped his ass, pinched his bright pink nipples,. . Are we to go back to this restaurant ? Food for thought.A narrow back alley. A mere hole in the wall to keep you away from the leather boots and the madness. You took care of each other, with caresses and hugs and kind words. You opened our eyes and looked. The suit was in pieces, the gown ruined, the decolleté a cascade of tears and cold sweat.You felt hideous and terrified. How could you not kiss?Your lips locked together. Exalted. Avid.The wall you fell against scratched with old chalk the. I slipped one hand between her legs, cupping her mound momentarily before pressing one finger into her moist slit. Angel moaned out loud and thrust her hips against my hand. Rolling over on my back I pulled her on top of me, her soft cunt pressing my cock down against my belly. Instinctively she raised herself onto her knees and allowed my cock to rise till the head was wedged firmly against her slippery opening. Angel put her hands flat on my chest and slowly began to lower herself onto my.