Seeing her shocked reaction, Chelsea lifted Anne up and started to fuck her real good, hitting spots Anne didn’t even know she had. Sitting in this ...eautiful girl’s arms and her gigantic cock buried in her, was all she could bare and she gushed her vaginal juices out of her pussy, around Chelsea’s cock, just to puddle beneath the two. “oh…*pant*…oh shit…*pant, gulp*..I haven’t had an orgasm that intense, since me and Jamie *pant* last fucked…*pant*” Anne said almost breathlesslyWith a smirk on. The next day I went to school hoping things would be OK between us. I had mulled over and over in my head that what she did to me meant nothing, it was just a bit of girly fun and we would have a laugh as I would tell her I stood and let the boy look at me, anything to make her think I was like her and not a prissy little girl who found it hard to touch myself.The morning went and the lunch time also, an still no sign of her. I began to panic in case something had happened to her last night as. She slides her slippery fingers around her wetness and presses her lush breasts on the cold glass in the shower. It gives her body-tremours and her nipples rise to peaks. Under the warm buzz of the shower she lets her hands wander between her legs, gently bringing herself to orgasm imagining bringing to life the suggestion she can see in the eyes of her tall, dark-haired train commuter. He makes her tremble. He makes her ache for the hardness of a lover's hands on her sweet, tight curves. . She was British, not that you would know it to listen to her. She came from a Jewish family and her parents had divorced when she was very young, and she found herself being made to return to Israel with her mother where she spent most of her c***dhood until her mother who had remarried, had more c***dren. At this point she was sent back to her Father who was living in Pinner, a small town not far from London. We exchanged emails, then started chatting on MSN Messenger. For those of you who.