Then, I thought, I reallydidn't want to take off all the wonderful things I was wearing. Iwanted to wear clothes like this forever. I realized, howeve..., that Iwould have to sleep sometime, and I couldn't very well do that fullydressed.So, I began by slipping the shoes from my feet. The floor of my bedroomwas tiled (it probably wasn't intended to be a bedroom when theprevious owners added it to the house). I had another exciting newsensation when I put my stocking feet on the coolness of the. Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck, yessssss, yesssss, ahhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck,” she screamed as her body started jerking around. Her cunt muscles were wildly contracting against his hammering cock trying to suck him further in. She dug her finger nails into his ass cheek and desperately pulled him against her body for a deeper penetration. She was groaning and gasping as her head whipped back and forth while her hips continued thrusting up against his cock. She was using all her strength to fight back against. Although Pink Floyd weren't billed to appear on stage much before ten, we had been told that the warm up music was also well worth listening to.The Union was heaving; we had never seen so many people trying to cram into it. You'd almost have thought that it was a variation on the Rag Week attempts to break the Guinness Book of Records entries for most students in a Mini (which I think was around fifteen at the time), or in a public telephone box.It was a squeeze to get into the building in the. I placed my hand on her breast and lightly squeezed it. A soft moan from her fueled the lust building in me. My hand slowly moved from her breast, across her stomach, down her hips and leg to the top of her nylon. What soft, supple skin, I knew at that moment, i had to have this woman. My hand worked its way back up, under her skirt, finally resting on her pussy. Soon my fingers were buried deep in her hip twisting, warm, wet, cunt. OK, before we get interrupted, I was going to taste this.