Her hand grasped the back of the chair as she bounced on him. Lyla could see that Clarke was sucking her tits while he grabbed her hips, pulling her d...eper and deeper onto him. Lyla couldn't take much more, she needed release, the noises they were both making were driving her crazy. She slowly slid a hand down her sweat pants. Her two fingers feeling the slickness between her thighs, just the slightest touch and she was weak. Gently separating the folds she moved her finger up and down her slit. “MY GOD JAYNE, I LOVE YOU…”The last spasms of her orgasm faded away - she hadn't intended to pleasure herself as she wanted to save herself for Jayne. And where was Jayne? She would have normally texted by now. She glanced across at the bedside clock - seven o'clock.Actually it wouldn't matter if she was a little late as it would give her time to prepare a meal as she felt hungry now. She slid off the bed and wrapped her robe around her before crossing the hall and noticing the envelope.I. I knew it was obvious to him that I was rather, shall we say, turned on by his good looks and lean muscular body. We hit it off quite well and within hours we at my apartment involved in much passion. I was swimming with emotion and excitement of such intensity that I was immediately on top of him taking off his shirt. We were kissing passionately as I straddled him feeling the bulge in his pants getting bigger and bigger until I could no longer contain myself.I leaned down and kissed his. "I kicked your a-sis!" she sang. The dance that accompanied the song was worth the loss, as I was free to watch her tits try to escape her bra. She finally stopped dancing, and her boobs stopped a second later. "I'm not sure that move is strictly legal," I laughed, wiping my mouth of her moisture. "Legal, shmegal... I won!" she giggled. She sniffed herself. "Ewww. I stink. I'm going to have a shower before pizza. You might want to do the same. Come over when you're done." She cast a playful.