"Your towel, your towel! Get me your towel!" She asked him hastily as he popped up from the bed and grabbed the towel he had dropped to the floor earl...er.She stuffed it behind her and rolled flat onto it."God, you must have came a quart, I feel I'm shitting the bed." She laughed."Thank you Miss Buzzkill." He chuckled."If you want to play in the backyard you have to accept the messy parts that go with it." She said sitting up and smiling at him.She stood and kissed him and put an arm around him. Three local bands at the oh-so-cool Ex-Servicemen’s Club. The first lot, Plan W, were terrible, with an incompetent guitarist and a half-hearted girl singer who had lyric sheets on a music stand and wasn’t sexy enough to inspire a fantasy even in someone as easily pleased as me.When the second band, The Boogie Boggers, turned out to be even worse, I gave it up as a bad job and cycled home.It was only about ten o’clock but the downstairs was in darkness and cracks of light ran around the. She came hard and into my mouth. I drank all the juice she unleashed. I love that. 

Now she wanted a good fuck. I spread her legs and slowly rubbed the big head of my cock to her pussy. She was shivering with excitement. I gently pushed the head into her pussy. She was very tight. I managed to push the head into the pussy and began the fucking motion. She clung onto me and pulled me closer. I pushed further and got my 6 inches into her pussy now. I began fucking her slowly and nicely. Not. Susie stood up and smoothed her hands down the front of her shirt. Her palms rested on her nipples and she thought back to Mike and what he'd said about her clothes. She stepped out into the hall and then headed to the women's locker room. Once there she stood in front of a long mirror and studied herself. Her gaze focused on her stomach, something she worked hard at keeping in good proportion with the rest of her body. She worked out several days a .