The door opened, and in front of me stood a tall, handsome young man, dark chest hair that matched his head frothing from the open collar of his check...d shirt, face burned deep copper by the sun, shy blue eyes that recognised me as soon as I recognised him, and incongruously, a large sandwich in his right hand. Our mouths fell open in synchronisation."Jill?" Mark!"For a long moment we just stood their gulping at each other like a couple of goldfish. My mind whirled through a thousand. ”“O’Malley, would you be related to Jeremiah O’Malley from Stockton?” The young man said.“Yes, he’s my father?” Jenn said, “Do I know you?”“We went to school together for a year, I was a senior and you were the prettiest sophomore at the school. I’m sorry! My name is Paul Sycamore.”“I remember a jock named Paul Sycamore who was so full of himself he only dated cheerleaders, sometimes two at a time,” Jenn said acting demure.The woman put out her hand saying, “I remember you Jennifer. All of us. Soon she was almost at a second orgasm and I stopped. I pulled her to her knees and pushed her down face down ass up and teased her slit with the head of my cock before burying it all the way in her young wet cunt. She squealed in pleasure as I rammed into her over and over with hard deep slow strokes. My speed picked up and soon our bodies were slapping together harder and faster the sounds in the room was the steady slap of my body ramming against her pink ass cheeks and our moans of. "He smiled down at me and picked up his pace, lifting his knees from the ground, assuming a push-up stance and savagely pummelled my faggot asshole. I stroked my hardon - not too much, though... I knew it wouldn't take much for me to cum. I let loose of myself and he noticed,"Are you close?" he whispered."I'm okay," I answered breathlessly. "I can hold out. I want to be as hard for you as you are for me."He swooned, jamming his dick into me, splitting me. "Next time... we can do that next.