Wo mera Lund zor zor s pakad rhi thi.Ab tk wo 4-5 bp dkh chuki thi aur bohot kch seekh gyi thiMaine kaha shuru kreWo boli wait kiska kr rhe ho aur Itt... bolte Hi mjhe hug kr liM bhi hug kr liya aur neck p kiss krne lga aur wo mere kaan p daant katna lgi . wo bilkul bp wali ldki k jaise act kr rhi thi. Fir Maine uska t shirt utaar diya aur usne mera. Wo mere peeth m haath sehlane lgi aur use aur chadd rhi thi. M uski shorts bhi kheech liya ab wo sirf Scotty aur panty m thi. Usne kaha kpant. " I was still begging."We can't do that, I'm sorry..." Betty hugged me, then she said, " There is one thing we can do..."My eyes got big and I ask, " What?? Is it..."She cut in, " Yes, you can have my ass... I know you love watching it..." Oh Betty... I love you so much," I hugged her so tight, " When? Now? Later?"She just laughed and said, " Tonight after Sandy's party, O.K.?" she gave me a happy look, " Why don't you come with me? We can have some real fun together..." Oh yes... I can't. In summer time she would wear very short tight low cut flimsy dresses with open light footwear, in winter short skirts white blouses, always unbottoned to the bra which gave a glimpse of her small cleavage, black high heels and nylon clad legs. I often wondered if the nylon was that of a pair of tights or that of stockings held up with suspenders. Stockings and suspenders were for me at the age of 18 a thing of pure fantisy, no girls my age ever wore them and I often fantasised what it would be. Your grip is strong, it’s going to bruise but as the tempo increases I can feel it coming, and at that moment I couldn’t give a shit if you bruised me or not. “I’m coming” I moaning out and you shove me back on the ground, lean over my and repeat the hammering as soon as you’re out you slamming back in, our breathing is heavy hot as we breathe over each other, we sloppy kiss and continue heavy breathing, “Harder” I say, you grit your teeth and try to fuck even harder before I cum and collapse.