The moon that had lit the way for Jake to walk her home was now buried beneath inky clouds, with the only light coming from the streetlamps on the cor...er. Rose felt the wind picking up and knew that the rain was close. The wind gusted, molding her nightgown to the front of her body and whipping her long hair behind her in a wild profusion. This was what she had meant when she’d used the word ‘primal’ to describe a good storm. The wind blowing around you, out of man’s control, and anticipating. I stood behind Joan and gently caressed her neck and back. We rode the rest of the way in happy silence. We got to our room and I turned on a few soft table lamps. The room only had a couch, big bed, two armchairs and a bathroom. I sat on a chair and Ted and Joan sat on the couch. Things seemed to get a little awkward, so I said to Ted, Why dont you kiss Joan. Joan looked up at Ted and put her hands on his face caressing it gently and started giving him tender kisses with entwining tongues. Ted. Slowly we were enjoying each other’s company and we used to exchange few warm kisses and hugs.Then the day came for which I was dreaming for a long time to have sex with her. Now I am telling you how this happened. One day we have to deliver the assigned project and we have to stay late in the office. It was almost 3 in the night when we left the office and she was so much tired and in the cab she leaned on my shoulder, I was also a bit tired and hold her swiftly.She stayed in the PG and she. At the time, though, I didn’t know any of this, but just climbing on top of a girl and fucking her just wasn’t my style. I almost never fucked a girl without spending some face time with her pussy, and my mother’s thick auburn bush, with just a touch of gray, looked incredibly inviting. I took her by one ankle and spun her around in the bed, so she was laying crossways, and positioned her so her ass was on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging down. She wasn’t sure what was going on, and.