He kept saying, “Mmmmm! Verynice ass!” He slapped it a few more times then rubbed it,then bent over and was biting it. He bit pretty hard, butit s...ill felt pretty nice. I’m not usually into anythingkinky, but I had to admit, this was getting me hot! He reached his hand up my skirt, playing with the crack ofmy ass, eventually moving up to my very wet tight pussy,he stuck his fingers in a little, pulled them out and lickedthem off. He stuck them in again this time flicking my clitback and forth. The buttons between her breasts were strained and the material puckered.I tentatively touched her knees with my hands…both of them. I started to raise my hands thinking that she would run…but she didn’t. I raised my hands up further. As I approached her waist I was expecting to feel her normal cotton panties but I felt nothing. So I raised my hands and her skirt up until I could see her pussy.That was the very first pussy that I had seen in person. My sister had light brown hairs growing on her. That didn’t mean a roof wouldn’t collapse under him. But it wouldn’t be as fun without the risk of sudden death.Surfing rooftops is extremely dangerous, but well worth the risk for the hyper adrenaline rush and the awesome feeling of freedom. Without urban-surfing, Quinn didn’t know how he would go on. It’s his only source of joy that prevails over his constant tiring loneliness, even if it was fleeting. And unlike the vast majority of surface dwellers, he refuses to harm his body and mind with. We chatted for a few minutes and I told him about our hot tub in the backyard. My wife went into the bedroom to change as Matt and I headed out to the tub. I already had my suit on as I told Matt that he could change down to his underwear and get in.We both sat in the tub as we waited for my wife. I was very surprised by the size of Matt’s cock as his wet underwear clung around his manhood. A few minutes later my wife walked out in her swimsuit. Matt’s eyes lit up as my wife got into the hot.