She was wearing her work uniform, black blouse, grey skirt. She was putting some shoes away in size order cubby holes, Steve her manager, was passing ...hem up to her, she was standing on a small ladder, this time she reached too far and wobbled, Steve put his hands on her bum so she wouldn't fall.As she came down the ladder, Steve slipped his hands under her blouse and fondled her tits, when she got to the floor she turned around to face him, he kissed her and soon they were snogging, she had. It did not take long before I had my face crushed into her back as I pushed all of my tongue up her sweet, delicious ass. Misty just moaned as I kept trying to lick deeper. I could not wait any longer and opened the shower, picked Misty up, and carried her to the bed where I tossed her wet body onto her stomach. I then returned to my meal of her ass. Misty pushed her ass up to give me the best point of access for probing her. Her pussy was no longer gaping but was dripping with excitement all. I had flirted with and daydreamed about girls in high school, but none of that compared with the all-out lust I felt for Ingrid. It started the minute she walked into our dorm -- tall and blonde, with long athletic legs and a devious little smile. My heart fluttered as I stood to greet her, wondering why my clit was suddenly throbbing. I lay back on my bed, making small talk while she unpacked her things. Her mini skirt gave a generous view of her golden thighs, and I yearned for a glimpse of. It's adorable how scared / ashamed some girls are of their own pleasure. Prescription: some strong, quality loving from a Viking man. The small space of my truck was getting uncomfortable, plus I really wanted to get down to my setup in the cellar so we could finally fuck. I pulled her skirt back down and searched my pocket for the keys. I uncuffed one hand and, maintaining an authoritative grip on each wrist, forced her to sit up. I was nice and decided to give her a bit to shake out.