They kissed passionately as she began moving up and down. Jeff’s hands grabbed her breasts, feeling them jiggle as they fucked. The perky nipples pr...ssed against his palms. His fingers moved over them and tweaked them. At her moan, he pinched them harder. Her pelvis slammed harder into him and everything moved into the background except the pleasure building within him. He felt himself teetering on the edge and sought to slow her down to prolong the pleasure. But she kept up her pace. ‘Dana,. With a couple of shakes, my head started to be less fuzzy. I looked in my companion. She was young, she was cute, she was dark haired. I still had no idea who she was.I tried to slink out of the bed without awakening her and I think I kind of succeeded. In the bathroom I splashed water on my face and toweled my head off, and tried to brush the cobwebs off my teeth. I tried to recognize the face in the mirror, tried to recognize the guy who was bringing nameless women home and, somehow, taking. "Fuck, there's a rule and a speed square on the list, but obviously someone screwed up and didn't put the rule in. I think I saw the speed square when he was digging through the case. If he ever gets around to building a cabin, or crude furniture, the square will come in handy, but it's only ten inches across the top. Not much good for quickly measuring a pole to go across his entrance. Of course, there might be one in Robertson's case, if so, and if Morales ever manages to get the case, he'll. . "Scoot up". I barely recognized my own croak. She moved closer to me, and I fumbled at her zipper, taking her jeans down to midthigh. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties. Nothing could have been sexier at the time. I pulled them down, revealing that she was (of course) very wet. Her mound was recently shaved, but was starting to grow in a little. For some reason, this small, intimate detail of her life made me feel so much closer to her. I could picture her shaving on weekends,.