...gone”. It was Amy – next to us on the picnic bench in the pub garden - the girl from Primark, the blonde girl with the gorgeous tits and a moto...bike. I can remember riding pillion on that bike behind her; pussy stretched wide over the fat seat. The luxurious feel of bare tits pressing against her leather jacket; then reaching around to cup her breasts from behind. Her nipples were so hard that must have ached – she purred; accelerating the bike hard as I held on. Brian – the owner of the. From then on, my dirty mind started to work thinking of having fun with her.She was jovial, kind and moved well with our family and we became family friends. Days, weeks, months and even a year passed, yet no luck of approaching her as I don’t want to get my name spoiled in the neighborhood, although the nasty thoughts were creeping in my mind.I used to smell her inners and rub that over my dick when she dries the clothes on the terrace. One fine day, she had some work outside and left her kid. "Well, I'm sorry. Do you want me to call 911?" I volunteered."Hell no! Just put your eyes back in their sockets and get your ass back in here and help me!" she sounded less angry. So I slid the curtain open and started to hand her a towel. "Fuck that! Just get your arm under mine and help me up." Her eyes gravitated to the tent still apparent in my pants.I leaned forward, my face almost touching her hot wet breast, and slipped my arm around her back. She grabbed my other arm with her other hand. Her hands clawed at the black bed covering and her heels raked my back. Fuck me, she was cumming! Her entire body pulsed and glowed as she arched her back, lifting Vindar with her. The room echoed with a strange warbling scream. My cock was held like a vice, so tight it made me wince, abruptly cutting off my own approaching orgasm.Vindar rolled to her right. Now I could see Azani's beautiful face. She was breathing hard and her eyes were sparkling like diamonds. No, it wasn't diamonds, it was.