"You would be trotting me to the hospital in about 10 minutes." Spoilsport," she said. "You don't run and you don't skate. I thought you were a sporty...type." Baseball, basketball, soccer, maybe even football," I said. "Running and skating are not sports. They are activities — and I will deny I said that if you ever repeat it." It'll be fun," she said. "I promise." Ice skating? I really don't think falling on my ass a hundred times will be fun," I said. "But OK. If that's what you want to do,. Abruptly, I moan loudly and roll to face you. You respond immediately – your face diving down to kiss me as your hand moves straight down my body and down to my dripping pussy. “Oh, baby,” you moan when you feel how wet and ready I am. I curl my body to bring my hips and pussy higher and harder into your hand. You begin to slide your fingers all along my lips, making me feel amazing. With your other hand, you hold both my wrists firmly above my head. I love it when I feel pressure and a pull. Sometime during that kiss, you manage to kick off your high heels.There’s a hunger growing in you, a tightness at the pit of your stomach. You want him, and it’s equally obvious that he wants you. But you have the whole weekend, and just kissing feels so good… He kisses your neck, light, darting kisses that make you feel warm all over. His tongue follows the path of his mouth and your breath hisses in sharply.Perhaps he doesn’t notice, so intent is he on kissing you, licking your neck. You. That huge piece of hard meat made me come several times. After ten minutes pushing my body against the hole in the wall, I lost the count of all those intense orgasms…Suddenly I heard him grunting loud and he popped out of me, but I guess it was perfect timing. I heard another deep groan and then felt it erupt all over me. It coated my pussy with its hot streams.I fell on my knees to the floor in a total haze.I heard a knock at the door and a voice asking if I needed anything. Someone who.