Slow and gentle at first, gradually going in deeper and harder. ‘You OK, Nat?’ ‘Loving it. Do me.’ She gathered speed, thrusting harder and ha...der. I don’t know if she’d really meant me not to come, but I did, several times. Hard. Eventually she slowed down and stopped, and after a pause I felt her withdraw. I turned round and she seemed in a daze. ‘Was it how you expected?’ ‘Fuck no. It was a hundred times better. Oh my god I can see why you do that at night and again in the morning.’ ‘And. He had never witnessed anything like it before and as he felt cool juices between his thighs; juices that leaked from his throbbing cock, he released just how aroused he was. He watched their fingers explore one another’s pussy lips; caress each other’s clitoris and delve deep inside each other. He heard their groans of pleasure. He watched as Elle guided Sandra back against the bed and made her lie down across the bottom where his own feet lay. He then watched as Elle leant over her and. "I see, are you getting into those sports?" I've been rock climbing for a while now, and just had my first tandem ride in a hang glider this past Saturday." Did you like it?" Yes and no." Which brings you to me?" Yes, but I'm probably just using my family connections to avoid a few hours of boring research on the net. I could probably find out what I need to know there." Family connections can be a good thing, and they need to be used to remain strong. Besides, I'm more of a figurehead around. Suddenly scared of being found out, I quicklyclose the window and run to the connecting restroom between Chris andmy dorms to wash off any semen. Surely, guys get a curious itch everynow and then. It doesn't mean anything, does it?Just as the last of the white globs falls into the drain an oddsquishiness erupts inside my gut like a bubble of gas. It leavesquickly as I turn to sit on the toilet just in case it's a precursor tosomething nasty. How odd. Not feeling any urge to do anything,.