It was soft and warm and plump and just fucking hot.I soon began to slip my hands under the skirt she wore and began to feel her ass through her panti...s. It felt like she was wearing a thong. “This just keeps getting better and better”, I thought excitedly to myself.It did keep getting better and better, as I had thought. “Hold on for a sec”, she said suddenly, breaking away from our lust-driven kiss. “What’s wrong?”, I asked as she got off her bed. My concern turned into pure heat as I saw she. Instead he slid two fingers under her bathing suit and into her wet slit, pushing them into her tight hole. She sighed a little as he roughly pushed them in and out of her, finally something inside her pussy other than her own fingers. ‘You’ve changed a lot haven’t you,’ he commented, his fingers still working in and out of her pussy. ‘Yes,’ her voice hissed a little as he rubbed his thumb against her clit, ‘Oh god… please don’t stop.’ her hands were braced against one of the shelves in the. I kept licking his nipple, every few moments biting it lightly to tease out a gasp from my lover. I started to stroke him again, slowly, loving the way his hips squirmed against the sheets and pressed up against the pressure of my hand. I could feel him getting close, so I backed off the tempo until he subsided. Then I stroked him hard again. Taking my mouth away from his nipple, I put it to his ear and whispered, "Your cock is beautiful. It is perfect. I love how it feels in my hand. I love. As today was a sunny warm morning, I got a drink and decided to give it a look over.I parked virtually outside the place and strolled into the yard and was looking round at all the old headstones, when I stumbled across a clearing, there was a high wall, maybe 20 foot high, and all the graves were tall monuments and badly overgrown, so I sat down at the edge, opened my can of pop, took a cigarette out of the packet and was just about to light it when a girl appeared.She asked if I had a spare.