A few months ago I would have been disgusted with him, hell I might have even shouted at him for waking me up. But now I felt so sorry for him. I want...d to go and help him, or ask if he was okay. In the end I did neither, I just waited until I heard him switch the light off, 10 minutes later he was snoring. ‘Maria, do you ever think about sex with someone, well, mature?’ ‘Think about it? Hell, I do it,’ she said with a laugh. We settled down as the teacher came in. ‘Why, who have you got in. I pumped my tool in and out of her love box, until I couldn’t hold anything back. I exploded deep inside of her, releasing every bit of stored up energy I could give up. Sweat poured from the two of us.Stephanie wasn’t done. She sat up and pulled the hair band from her hair, shaking her head and combing out her long blonde locks with her fingers. She bit down on her lower lip and looked at me.“Dude,” she said, “We have a lot of making up to do.”The rest of the night was a blur. We fell asleep. In a short while her front looked like a live pin cushion , with darts sticking out of her tits , belly,thigh and pussy lips . She screamed as each dart found its mark and at places little trickles of blood flowed down . A dart even stuck her right nipple and one found her navel . After the game was over , the bar crowd milled over a now limp and shaking Anna , held up by the two bikers , examining their handiwork and claiming the darts by the color code and admiring the whole display in. She was excellent but didn’t enjoy a slap.” She gave my arse a hard one as if to emphasise the point. “Nor did she like me to take the tradesman’s entrance. So bourgeois.”All the while, she was thrusting away, her tits slapping my back, her hands everywhere. I thought her tales of her conquests were somewhat exaggerated since she seemed pretty desperate herself.Frankly, I was getting a bit close to the edge and was hoping she’d push me over it when she stopped.“Time for me to widen the circle.