That image, as well as many others from that summer, was burned into my mind.My hands had a mind of their own, or so it seemed. As the kiss progressed... so did my groping, pushing and pulling of her amazingly firm ass cheeks in my hands. At one point I slid my hands down her ass, cupping at the bottom and sliding back up through the crack of her ass. As I did this she moaned in my mouth and bit my bottom lip. Not hard enough to draw blood but enough to get my attention. She liked that!Tricia. And I started masturbating…then what made me to do..I suddenly touched her breasts and started squeezing them..She started to moan loudly..And was telling me “this is wrong..”..I then took my hands off her body..But she made to touch them..And asked me to start squeeze and suck the…i was sucking like hell to those nipples and was squeezing those massing hanging boobs…then I put my hands on her pussy and started to rub heavily that she squirted…Then I licked her pussy..It was hairy but not. «Und ich stehe auf Küssen. Na? Weißt, du was das bedeutet?» Diesmal war es an mit, dieses Hammerweib vor mir eingehend zu betrachten. Ihre Augen weiteten sich, sie begannen zu strahlen. Eine ungezähmte Vorfreude machte sich auf Lisas Gesicht breit, als sie freudig rief: «Was? Du geiler Bock, du Sau du! Sag bloss, du magst Spermaküsse! Endlich, nach so langer Zeit treffe ich endlich wieder einen Mann, der mir dieses Vergnügen gönnt! Oh, du mein Sexgott, du heisser Bengel du!» Sie umarmte mich. When Karith finally awoke she found herself lying on a bed in a lavishly furnished room. The bed itself was of a four poster design with suspended canopy, with satin sheets and down pillows. Bringing her hand up in front of her face she turned it back and forth, inspecting it as she contemplated the dream."It was not actually a dream," her internal voice corrected her. "A memory, our memory." Who are we? What are we?" We are what we are. More to the point, you are what you are, I will fade soon.