She got a steady rhythm going, and then leaned over on top of me, squashing her tits against my chest. She kissed me as I moved my arms up around her ...ack, and she began to push her hips backwards and forwards in the same rhythm, so the fantastic sensation continued on my dick. Then she pushed herself up again, her hands returning to my pelvis. I gripped her breasts and massaged them gently. Her rhythm started to speed up and I held her breasts even harder, squeezing them. We were both. He following story is created for a very, inspiring, lets say, friend.. It does build up to a very rewarding ending, I just wanted to build up some tension before that, trying to describe a few of the many things that'd be going through my head in this scenario :) I do hope you enjoy it and get at least half as horny as I've gotten writing and thinking about it, over and over again >. We talked about the problem with the big eyesore that the panels created. At this point, the cost of creating and installing the panels was not effective given the benefit. He talked about some ideas he had, but they weren't any different from where the industry was right then.I said, "My idea is that solar power is too expensive and too ugly for use by the common person on their homes. Most neighborhood associations would ban the eyesores." That being said, the sun pours energy on the earth. No one answered when I knocked on the back door. I headed for the old garage. The Givens had converted the garage into a clubhouse for their kids. It had a pool table and TV. I'd had many a make-out session with Kelly on the clubhouse sofa. The door was ajar so I entered. Kelly was not there, only Ritchie. There was a gym mat on the floor with assorted free weights. Clearly he had been working out. He was shirtless, his chest flecked with sweat. He said, "Hey college boy." "Hey." "Sorry about.