He heard her footsteps go to her room then heard her rummaging through something. A few moments later he heard her walking back to his door. “Are yo... ready?”“Ready? Ready for what?”“Ready to see what I meant by wanting to fuck you.”He was ready though he didn’t know why she had to leave or what she had to show him. He knew how sex worked. Did she? He decided to go along with this.“Yeah I am ready.”“Okay, close your eyes and don’t peek or open them until I tell you to.”“Okay, my eyes are. Her name was Sandy 21, as we chatted she asked who I was with and the usual stuff, I could see her bikini under her outfit, complimenting her on her sexy figure, she leant across and softly kissed me, saying I was very cute “so would you like to see what’s under this bikini James” “well I dunno” smiling “would you like to see what’s in my shorts” winking sandy smiled “Mmmmm well if it’s long, thick and big then yes” as we drank up I followed her to her room. Getting to her room I took my top. I kiss your beautiful skin. Softly. Meaningfully. Looking up at you, as I move up to your bra-covered breasts, I kiss along them, your covered nipples, and your cleavage. I find my way back to your lips and the fire is there. Your hand is in my shirt, fumbling with it. Trying to pull it off, and I comply as I pull away briefly from our kiss so you can slip my shirt over my head and throw it to the floor. I meet your lips again, as my hands explore your torso, and grab your breasts, over your. Josh looked up across the room, over the heads of all the other patrons in the crowded pub this Saturday night, now lying on their stomachs, hands protecting their heads, men lay over their woman trying to protect them. He stared over at the two thugs standing guns in hands, eyes roaming over the people at their feet, as if searching for someone in particular. Turning around to see the woman’s delectable bottom as it disappeared crawling quietly behind the counter, he rolled over very.