Sharon, he noticed, was curved, very curved. 'Made for comfort' he thought lewdly to himself."Now this is my room," she told him.He immediately perked...up. She opened the door and stood aside so he could see in. Inside he was confronted by mauve walls and a sumptuous, immacuately made double bed. A reading lamp suffused a soft glow to the room. Some photos and a clock radio sat on a small table by the side of the bed."What do you think?" he heard her say, "I like a tidy room," she told him, "you. Her back arched, which just served to push them further into his large mitts. And all the while he continued to rub his cock up and down her pussy just by using the sway of his hips.He tormented her like that for a while. I could see he was bringing her to the brink of her orgasm and then letting her down. I knew from experience that this would only serve to make her even more turned on although he appeared to be doing it much better and for much longer than I had ever done.Once more he brought. The other hand pushed her skirts up and over the top of her head, and then she heard her undergarments rip and the cool castle air caress her wet buttocks. Robert gazed at the soft white buttocks he had just exposed, they reminded him of the moon that hung so courteously for him earlier, he caressed them, feeling Erin shrink under his hand, he lifted his hand and swiftly brought is down over her buttocks in a stinging smack, he watched the flesh ripple and a blush appear on the flesh. Erin. It wouldn't be such a big deal if I were a boy, but I'm a girl. I like guys mostly, but I also like girls, but most of my focus with girls is on their breasts. Having tits myself, I could never understand why I was so obsessed with them. I liked all kinds. Soft or firm, small and large, big or small nipples. The only kind I did not like were wrinkly or saggy ones. I also did not like the flat or square ones. I liked them nice and round.Whenever I took care of myself, much of my time was spent.