The girls were very nice to me and gave me a cup of tea. I looked at their boiler another day when they were in classes -- I was too knackered.I didn'... have an opportunity to go back to their club till a week after, when I had been told to go and 'sort out' their lavatory. I knocked on the door and went in. There were only two girls in the room -- Wendy and one called Maria. She was dark skinned and had a lovely soft voice with a trace of a Spanish accent."Come in Dickie, I'll show you the. My hips slammed into her meaty ass with every stroke and made a slapping sound that drove me crazy. Mom liked it too. I could tell."I'm getting close!" I groaned after a while. "I want you to cum with me. Play with yourself!" No! Good girls don't do that!" mom replied. I took one of her hands and roughly pushed it under her and between her legs. It threw my rhythm off, but that was fine for a bit. I wanted this to last. I took her hand in mine and made her rub her soaked pussy. She fought, but. The last thing I see is blue rings, of what seems to be water, surround and expand into her windows to the world. It is as if two separate beings become one, as we caress each other’s rosy lips with our own. Slowly, a electric charge moves from one side of us to the other. I dare not speak of us as individuals. Although we are so far apart, we seem to be as one at this moment, a moment in time that lasts an eternity. We slowly move down ourselves, our appendages seeking a new feeling, a new. “What does she want me to do?” he wondered. Hesitatingly he cupped one breast in his hands. “Finally” she murmured. Slowly he started to knead the breast and could feel the erect nipples through the shirt. He decided to chance the next move although the dark voices screamed that it would be a mistake. Slowly he started to unbutton the shirt , and Susan still kissed him, maybe this was not such a wrong move afterall. With a shrug of the shoulders Susan let the shirt fall to the ground. She.