So we zipped our jeans back up and jumped up onto the machine. I took her for a spin around the warehouse, and each time we went over the border break... in the slab she'd giggle and attempt to steady her jiggling breasts with her left arm while holding onto the forklift's cage with her right hand. Five minutes hadn't passed before she'd upped the game by adding, "I've never fucked on a forklift before, either." "Okay then," I thought. I put it in park and jumped off while she dismounted from. “Ohh yes, that feels good, but I need more,” she says aloud to herself.She leaves the screen on a page of a story, setting her laptop on her nightstand. Then she gets up from her bed. Slowly she bends and removes her white cotton panties, sliding them down her long well-tanned thighs. She climbs back into bed, her body now aching with need, throbbing as she anticipates what is about to come.Normally when she masturbates, she starts out with some clit stimulation first, so when she does push her. He sucked her nipples while he thrust making her moan. Then he’d straighten up and she’d kiss him, slipping her tongue between his lips. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he moved faster, and began to pound her. It didn’t take long for her to climax again with a shriek.“Would you take me from behind?” she asked.“How?” he asked.She smiled and said, “I’ll show you.”She pushed him off her, and quickly got on her hands and knees. He smiled and entered her again, grabbing her hips, and. She laughed, slapped my shoulder and told me to stop k**ding her. Chris too shared the same opinion.We ordered a round of gin and tonic, followed by another.“Wow!” Justin exclaimed as she slammed her empty glass on the table, fanning herself. “That sure hit the spot.”She sat between Chris and myself, while behind us the DJ sampled out hip-hop music for the dancing crowd. Justin took off her jacket, revealing her low-cut shoulder-strapped pink top. She was wearing a matching skirt that rode up.