I stared at hercuriously, wondering what she was about to do. Turning her back to me, Lesley bent her long legs at the knees thenmotioned for me to cl...mb on. "Come on." "You've got to be k**ding me," I said. "You can't walk the rest ofthe way out of here with ME on your back." Lesley looked over my petite body. "You either ride on my back orI'll carry you some other way. Perhaps, over my shoulder. Either way, yourcall." The idea of being toted around over her shoulder like some lumpybag of. Fuck me hard.”He became like a driving piston inside her, driving her almost to madness. “Fuck me harder,” she urged him. “Fuck me raw.”He slammed in and out of her, his cock driving deeply inside her with each thrust. Her cries of pleasure were audible even through the door. The voyeur felt himself stiffening again. Wanting, but unsure exactly what he wanted, the young man's cock driven deep into his own ass or the deliciousness of Clarissa's pussy wrapped around his dick. Both, he wanted. You and I are cuddled against each other on a couch. Your head is resting on my shoulder. After the movie is finished you lay down with your head in my lap. I run my hands through your curls, eliciting a small moan of approval from your lips. I look down and see your eyes closed and a small smile on your face. I run my fingers from the roots to the tips of your curly hair as we talk about the movie. I slide my right hand tenderly along the side of your face, brushing my fingertips along your. The chance to get my own back for her dumping me, as well as the contact of my hand on her luscious bare ass, caused my cock to twitch back towards stiffness again. "Bastard!" she spat, playfully. "My turn!" Sue cried. "Oooh, Santa's stiff again," she added, as her lovely nude bottom, a little less fleshy than Debbie's, came into contact with my newly erect cock. "So what do you want for Christmas?" I asked her. "I want Santa to come and live with me," she whispered in my ear. "I think that can.