Our tongues fight a battle that we know we won’t win, but one we refuse to give up. He is over me, my legs opening for him. My back arches as he tak...s me, filling my body with his. He pushes deep into me as my legs wrap around him holding me him tight, refusing to allow him to escape. He pushes and kneads my flesh, pulls and twists my nipple. My nails rake his back, dig into his ass, grasp his hips, as my sex pushes up with his. Our grunts of heated mating are pulled from our throats. We each. "And, since Bridget is away and I have to take care of her duties... all of her duties..." Janice continued, breathing rather hard now, those splendid tits rising heavily in the tight-fitting halter.She came around to the front of his chair. Peter eyed her warily, torn between conflicting emotions. As her brother in law, he was concerned by her suggestive behavior but, as a robust man with a hard-on, he was thrilled.Janice gracefully sank down onto the carpet in front of him, curling onto one. But it did. There one day, gone the next. No explanation. Never returned. Sad, because it really was one of the best, reserved for genuine amateurs to post their clips. No expertly lit twenty-something blondes with silicone tits and fake money shots. On HA the camera work was not always the best but that was compensated by knowing you were seeing real people fucking for real. It was basically a free site but there was a VIP section (twenty dollars a year) which meant you could watch without ads. He was an average intelligent person who played sports. Nothing special. After going over each of these people, I found another. I was shocked until I remembered that our family was hosting an exchange student from France for a year of school. I pushed into her mind and was blown away. She was the opposite of my family in every way but one: she was gorgeous. Black hair, green eyes, and very nice body and an extensive knowledge of English, French and Spanish, she was a regular genius at.