He knew that even if he wanted to stop things now he couldn’t. Ginny was mentally prepared for it now; resolute. She wanted sex with Pete. The full ...eality of what was about to happen was sinking in. The next part of his fantasy was to help her dress but Ginny wanted to do that herself. There wasn’t much to do anyway; Ginny would be wearing jeans and a top along with a red, lacy bra and panty set. There would be no stockings and suspenders. Larry sat on the bed watching her finish dressing.. “Keep fucking my cock”I don’t need telling, his hands are gripping my tits, my fingers are frigging my clit, my arse is full of cock, my pussy is gushing on his body, everything is in unison.This goes on and on seemingly for hours, but realistically 20mins at the most, but i’m enjoying it to much to stop. Then he starts to raise his hips to meet my bum cheeks, violently slapping me with each stroke, it stings, my wetness makes it worse, he releases my tits, they sigh a breath if relief, but he. She had long, strong legs wrapped in skin-tight blue jeans and gorgeous looks and bouncy blond hair and ... well, you know! As she came closer, I kind of recognized her. I didn’t know her name but I’d seen her among the cheerleaders at Dan’s games.Steve waved at us and his voice carried clearly over the noise of the crowd bustling through the concourse. “Yo Dan! Yo Bec!”He led his friend over to us and immediately went into his traditional caveman greeting routine with Dan, leaving me to look. A few hours with an amazing woman in a strange town then move on, NSA. My role here will be relatively small – until I am ultimately the victor, sweeping her out of there with me while the others have all failed. So, I’m actually a little affected by the two Bacardi mojitos and matching Patron shots I’ve had in the last hour to keep me calm and appearing normal. Nestled in my corner table/booth, reading the latest Entrepreneur on my iPad, I blend in pretty well. Oh. My. God. In the few seconds.