She reached her arm up over her head and looped it around his head, pulling him closer to her and running her fingers through his hair. Her eyes close... as she listened to the music play on the radio, her skin tingling all over with his touch. A twinkle built between her thighs that could no longer be ignored. Sliding her leg forward, inviting him to touch her, begging for it, she held her breath waiting. She felt his fingers caress over her breast and circle her erect nipple and then move down. I mean, he wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t hanging totally limp either.Next to be put on the Wheel was a rather large-breasted dark-haired girl who looked like she had ethnic roots in the Mediterranean. Her Mistress called her puttana, which, I think, is the Italian equivalent of the Spanish puta and probably means slut or whore or something like that.She was shaven or plucked or something between the legs, but she had a bit of a five o’clock shadow there and also on her upper lip. I don’t know how. Jennifer started to wonder who was going to seduce who. While Alisha pulled shot glasses from her bag, Jennifer sneaked to the thermostat and hiked it up, making it warmer. She returned to the kitchen to find her friend bent over at the waist digging in the fridge for some limes. Jennifer's mouth watered when she saw how far up Alisha's ass her shorts were. She could literally see most of her ass cheeks and some of her friend's curly pubic hair. With her cunt humming, Jennifer gathered the. There was no way my cock wasn’t going to take every opportunity to announce its presence, slapping into her and pressing between us. Donna neither attacked it nor avoided it. The cool shower brought our body temperatures down as we rinsed but did nothing to cool our ardor. We continued to pause for long deep kisses with our bodies pressed tightly together and water sluicing over us.“Mmm. We should make love beneath a waterfall one day,” I whispered.“Yes,” she hissed. “One day when we are much.