Sliding is easy. He’s hungry for me and my slippery length just glides in and out, getting a little deeper with each push. My hands are on his hips,...holding him steady and I lean forward to kiss his back and shoulders, wrapping my arms around him.‘You’re beautiful,’ I assure him, allowing him time to accustom himself to me. I lean back and begin to push again, feeling his anus and colon sucking at me and pushing me back out again and I marvel at the beautifully erotic sight of my hips bumping. But, although his body was always a turn on for her, it was the shape lower down, beneath the expensive cotton sheet that held her attention now. Even in the early morning half-light she could see the outline of his erection, and the sight of it was drawing pictures in her mind - should she slide beneath the covers and take him in her mouth, or should she be more selfish and throw one leg over him, lift his shaft and place the tip between her lips, before sliding down onto him, moaning as she. The memories of our last encounter in the treehouse flooded back into my mind and my dick began to grow. We heard a knock on my door, so Mary quickly jumped back into her room and closed the door. Mom walked in bringing some clean clothes. I quickly shut the door to the bathroom so she wouldn't see my hard-on.Just after lunch the next afternoon, Mary and I headed for the treehouse. Mom was putting David down for a nap, and told us to play quietly so we wouldn't wake him. As Mary climbed the. I flung off my shoes and marched into the kitchen to put the kettle on.The kitchen window looked out onto our back garden which was nice and secluded,surrounded by a large hedge all around a real suntrap.I saw my boyfriend laying naked on his back on the lawn,I was just about to tap on the window and ask him if he wanted a cup of tea when from behind our little shed came my best friend Gemma, she was slim,short blonde bobbed hair,pert little breasts and shocking blue eyes, and now for the.