He continued to drill into his girlfriend’s pussy. She had her legs wrapped around his hips while he continued to fuck her.“Why don’t you ride ...e! I want to play with your tits.”“Okay.”Ashley switched places and pushed his cock into her wet pussy. She bounced up and down on his thick cock. Ashley’s breasts were a c-cup where her mother was more of a g-cup. Her tits were nice, but her mothers were amazing.He often wondered about having sex with the two of them. But that was just a fantasy.. Everything was deserted and I walked into the shelter building and into the men's room.Sitting there quietly on the toilet, my pants around my ankles, I was enjoying the relaxation that comes from an empty bladder when from under the stall I saw a man's feet enter the bathroom. He walked directly over to me and stood outside the door. I watched nervously through the crack in the door, our eyes meeting on occasion. He watched me and then started rubbing the front of his shorts. I watched as a. As we stood there her eyes dropped to my oh-so-evident black thatch and widened. For my own part I couldn't help noticing the wet patch on the front of her g-string and wondered if her juices were flowing as much as were mine.I stepped out of the room, walked to the linen closet and selected some towels. Oh yes, I did notice just how incredibly gorgeous Jenny was but this time tried not to be rude by staring! What a beautiful little thing she was. She took the towels, thanked me and as she. Then I leaned over, gave her a quick kiss, and motioned her away. I needed the time that was left to gather myself back together, rekindle my energy for what was to come.Scarpia's on stage to begin Act II, and I took my place as the house lights dimmed along with another of the comprimari basses with which Tosca seems to abound. Mindful of my own recent status, I reached over to knock fists with the basso, to, I think, his considerable surprise. And the curtain went up and we were off again.I.