She started grinding her hips against my probing finger. With her other hand she desperately grabbed at the front of my trousers grabbing my rock har... cock and stroking it hard through the material of my trousers, it was my turn to gasp with pleasure. We moved over to a low wall nearby. I sat on it undoing my trousers and she came over removing her trousers and pants. She straddled me I unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt slipping her breast out of her bra so I could suck on her. Thomas...”The man reaches around to grab a breast. He squeezes it and begins pounding into her pussy. His hips move as fast as they can, driving himself in and out of her. It really doesn’t take long before he feels the familiar feeling boiling inside him. And with one final thrust, he feels his release. Spurt after spurt shoots up into his young lover, his body trembling in pleasure.“Mmm, that’s it, Mr. Thomas,” she meows. “Fill me up!”As soon as his orgasm is over, he pulls out. “I’m sorry. Give me your clothes."I handed them over and she went into the bedroom, closing the doorbehind her.***The next morning, we both showered and ate breakfast separately withoutconversation. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Therewas no escaping it. My eyeliner was bold and black, upper and lower.Finally, she called me."Do you have the aftercare instructions from the tattoo person? Givethem to me."I pulled them out of a drawer and handed them over. She spent a fewminutes reading. Dave was more casual than I was used to seeing him, wearing a pair of tan shorts and a white polo shirt, but my eyes were drawn mostly to Deni; she looked absolutely gorgeous. She had a light pink flowy skirt that hung to her calf, trimmed with white lace on the hem, and a figure hugging white, round-necked t-shirt that clung to her small breasts. Her hair was down and evidently freshly washed from the shiny appearance. There was something different and distinctive about Deni’s fresh look and I.