My gf used to end up with red marks on her legs from the friction against the carpet as she rode backwards and forwards! Even Mum and Dad used to make...sure that their love making was quiet. Just the rhythmic movement of their bed in the middle of the night to let the rest of us know that they were going at it. That's why I used to like Auntie Val, I guess, because she wasn't at all shy or secretive. She liked men and enjoyed sex and didn't seem to mind people knowing. Often I'd pass her. Shoulder-length, silky brown hair, and dark brown eyes to match. I really enjoyed interacting with her in lab, which was why I asked her out to begin with. After the break-up, I've taken pains to avoid any chance of even accidentally running into her.While I'm revising history, I should mention Liz. We didn't really fall out of contact, but we might as well have. Despite everything I said about staying on the periphery of her life, I made an effort to stay in it. However, a chance remark by. She was also losing control.Me: Please darling don’t say anything and I licked her earlobe.She also started enjoying. I turned her towards me and planted a kiss on her lips. I pulled her to sit on my lap. I was continued kissing and licking her neck. I started pressing her boobs in one hand.I carried her on my hand to the bedroom. I passionately kissed her lips for 10 minutes she responded very well. I slowly removed her top and was soo happy to see her boobs. I removed her bra and started. “Don’t ever turn your head! Keep looking forward.” She heard footsteps walking away. They became fainter until the sound disappeared. Suddenly there was silence. Time passed. She had no idea how long she waited. It seemed like hours. She dared not move her head or shift positions. Her vagina was wet with semen. A new flow of womanly passion juice joined the semen in her cunt, and she suppressed the urge to go into uncontrolled trembling. Despite the extreme treatment, her passion was.