”“There is one issue that you've raised that I've been wanting to discuss with you. I want you to buy me a motor bike so that I can commute to and...from uni.”“Shit, Wendy! The last thing I want is to visit you in an intensive care unit, or worse still a morgue, after you've collided with a car or truck on your motor bike. Let me buy you a car instead.”“No, Bill! A car won't do. Ellie tells me that students can park motor bikes in the uni, but not cars. It has to be a bike. I promise you that I. Over the years she came here she had watched sexually active young flat chested girls mature to full busted women. They were quite popular. Any thing could go here. She watched a young lady suck a young guys cock as an older man ate her pussy like he was starving. She had the cock sucked deep in her mouth really giving him a hardcore blow job. Two men were laying beside her watching as their cocks got hard and popped straight up. This place was hard for a man not to be hard or a woman not to. Easing himself in, inch by inch, until all eight and a half inches were buried up the hilt in that sweet little snatch. Jason began a slow, steady rythem, rocking the bed. He felt her slamming back against him. Now both of them were wildly fucking each other, flesh slapping aganist flesh, sweat mingling with juices. Jason slammed his dick in her with a last mighty SMACK and erupted his cum into her pussy. How long they lay there, they never knew. But suddenly, Jason awoke next morning. He left. Drake ground me down harder making me almost yell with pleasure. "Drake," I tried to wiggle my way out his grip. This wasn't right, I'm not a slut. Drake slid a hand between us and into my knickers. His rough finger pressed firmly onto my clit and rubbed fiercely. I practically howled and buried my face into his muscular shoulder. Drake took my hand, tiny compared to his, and forced it into his trousers to touch his dick. "Yes," he hissed when my hand rubbed along its length. .