We both were moaning with pleasure, huffing and puffing like a couple of race horses after the Kentucky Derby. I saw Tom’s facial expression change ...o one of sexual bliss. We looked each other in the eyes, and I think he saw the same thing in mine. I felt his cock pulsing and throbbing, becoming even harder and bigger, his balls tight in his scrotum as his cock erupted like Old Faithful, shooting his sperm deep inside my pussy as his cock repeatedly jerked while releasing his sperm as I. It was disturbing that she shared the same building with women who killed themselves. She guessed that being on the thirteenth floor, to be away from people and having serious personal problems like debt and depression and drugs caused them to be psychotic. She knew many people to have been like that.David: Hey Stacy, do you know if anybody lives on the thirteenth floor?Stacy: Not that I know of. But sometimes my mom and I visit Ms. Nolan on the fifth floor and Mr. Griffin on the ninth. When he'd put on the disc and returned to the couch, she asked whether that piece was The Dumky. He told her that Dumky was the second trio on the recording.Soon they were back in each other's arms and mouths. By natural progression his hands migrated from her cheek and neck to her breasts to her pussy. With his hand in her panties exulting in the textures and the lovely lubricity, she took off her panties even as they continued kissing and he traced the geography of her cunt. It was so. I simply wanted to cuddle her, but settled for rubbing soap onto her shoulders and tracing patterns in the suds on her shoulders, and onto her neck and arms. The touch of her soft skin dispelled any doubts I may have had. The bulge in my pants was massive, but I was afraid to slip my hands beneath the surface of the water to discover her body further. I took heart from the way she seemed to be relaxed beneath my touch. Still shy, but the initial tension had gone from.