You grasp my hand with yours', holding onto it; while your other hand is rests firmly on my hip, guiding our movements. And still you're plunging into...me, deep into me, ravaging me.You're so hard, so hot, and oh, so big; thrusting in and out with such force, such need. But, it's over far too quickly, over before I want it to be. You collapse on top of me, our bodies still joined. Our skin is wet with perspiration, but we don't notice, and don't care. Neither of us has said a comprehensible word. They suited his voice, and he was obviously a good musician, if deceptive in his boasting. I was not Thistle's champion, last time I checked, so I said nothing. The soft down mattress and pillow I settled into a few hours later had me forgetting the entire thing very quickly.The Chapra Hills were just plain nasty, and to make it worse, we began to get a light rain a couple hours into our ride. The road was narrow here, and ran like a ribbon along the side of some impressive cliffs, and while it. .At that point,my friend got up to leave,leaning over to say goodnight to my wife,when she put both her arms around his neck,aimed her lips at his..and he responded by placing his hands on her hips,then moving his hands to her ass.He began rubbing her ass cheeks,and she moved her body closer to his the more he rubbed her ass.I began to get excited and confused at the same time.His caressing of her ass now resulted in the lifting of her dress,revealing her loss of her panties sometime during. "Oh God, this is wonderful, I've died and gone to Heaven," she breathed as I slipped my hand under the housecoat, browsing through the contents, which felt like a nylon half-slip, stockings and suspender belt and old-fashioned French knickers, lace-trimmed with wide openings for easy access to her little furry thing.Those were the good old days just before pantyhose started to make an appearance, complicating the logistics of a fun evening for two in the back seat at the drive-in."Find the.