He opted out, saying he was tired and needed to rest, when all he could think of was how rest was the last thing on his mind. She exhaled, calming her...drumming heart, hoping he wouldn’t be able to hear it on the other side of the door. It was just dinner and walking around. That was it. Why was she so nervous? As she pulled open the door, his smile got brighter. He was freshly showered, and dressed nicely. She, too, had showered, as well as shaved. Everywhere. Her clothes were basic for her,. He was an outcast, misunderstood and underestimated by many, until they challenged him and went toe to toe with him, that is. That was how I was growing up, shy and reserved in general, but a fierce competitor who despised losing lay just below the surface, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. That trait worked well in rugby, and also gave me the additional push I needed to land the girl of my dreams. Back to the part of this story where playing rugby got me bullied. I was the captain and. She was wearing a pair of exquisitely tight black yoga pants that were clearly made for someone a few sizes smaller and a somewhat loose white tank top. J was on her knees working in the little garden with her back to us. As she bent over to dig in the dirt the bottom of her tank top lifted away from her pants and I cheered internally when I saw a wonderful little “tramp stamp” just above the wonderful swell of her ass which seemed to point downwards to the delicious treats found below. J had. Even still no need for two grown men to be sitting in a room butt ass naked with no female in between us.Just then, she walks in, takes a sip of his drink, and climbs in his lap. She is straddling him but they aren't fucking she is just sitting there. The sight of her back arched and her round ass sticking out turned me on though.They started kissing, and moaning, she was humping and he was squeezing her ass. Somehow he found his way into her pussy with no hands. Her head flew back and that ass.