It came furnished but still shewanted some 'simple decorations' to make it our own. She had planned togo to the mall for then she found my duffel bag....I had been living outof it for three years. All the clothes were threadbare, old, ill-fittingor out of style. "This won't do James. You should have told me you hadso few clothes and in such poor shape." I've been saving money for college and clothes were lower on the list,"I said."Understandable," Jasmin said plainly. "However no spouse of mine. Well I am no superman, I could not hold on any longer so I gently rotated and put her back. She straightway slapped me hard then stepped on my feet and passionately smooched me again. Her hands found my dick again. By now the toilet was getting noisier, may be the show ended now. We corrected our clothes and counted 1-2-3 and burst out of the toilet towards main door, holding hands. I was sure people inside could see or hear us all along so it’s better if nobody recognized us. Ha ha. We got out. She turned, wiggled, watched herself in the mirror. No, a second thought, he would fall desperately in love with her and become a nuisance, just wanting to see them over and over, or heaven forbid, wanting to touch them. With those broad hands, the fingertips, touching her so softly, like so, caressing (how did he know?) so softly, then firmly squeezing them (like this…) kneading their complex texture, feeling the sudden rush of warmth beneath his palms, the nipples growing so firm, so hard, he. He poked the tip in, and she moaned loudly.He slid into her wetness easily as I watched his entire cock disappear into her eager pussy lips and then slowly slide his thick prick out again causing her to go wild trying to fuck him back. He continued, sometimes increasing pace to a hard and fast fuck, and then backing off to a slow gentle pace.She wrapped her legs around him moaning & thrusting up to meet his every stroke. She was like a wild woman,legs squeezing,humping,moaning,& pulling on his.