She did not even like it when he ran his hand under her shirt when they made out. “What is this?” he asked excitedly, putting his hands in his lap...to cover his instant hard on that he had received. He knew it was a rookie thing, but he was a virgin and there was a half-naked girl in front of him. What else would you expect? “I want us to be together,” she told him. “I know that I always say that we should wait for marriage, but who really does that anymore?” “I have no idea,” he smiled up at. L said she had been shopping and I would like what she had bought,but I would have to wait.The possible significance of that remark will become more apparent as I relate the subsequent happenings.Sadly,the weekend was a quiet one as far as activity in C’s bedroom was concerned,but we had fantastic sex as I recounted my tale.Mrs.L decided to show me what she had bought,three new pairs of sexy panties. I sugested that she should wear a pair that day so that I could dream about them until I could. His black, curly hair, compressed under his backwards baseball cap, is now completely saturated with sweat; he is bathed in his own perspiration from head to toe, grunting loudly as he continues his steady, proficient thrusting. Christine delights in the smell and the feel of her stud as she runs her hands all over him, caressing his bulging biceps, running them up and down his back and giving his hairy ass a firm, lustful squeeze. “Yeah, babe! Deeper!” she gasps, gripping his ass cheeks. Darla’s trailer was a deluxe model, and the air-conditioning was immediate bliss. I staggered in, head swimming, heading directly for the couch where I half stumbled, half collapsed delightedly along its length, my sweaty hair slapping the cushion as the abrupt motion sent my boobs into wobbly orbits. I slowed them to a stop and sighed.The brunette divorcee stood over me as I looked up from where I lay. She lurched from side to side along with everything else in the room and absentmindedly.