Thank you god, she starts to kiss me on the lips as she is guiding my pre-cum driping cock into her very moist pussy. I thought I was going to bust r...ght then and there! She is riding me so fast and hard that I don't think I can keep up. I don't know whick one to grab her lovely big breasts or her nice round ass so I grab both one with one hand and the other bouncing boob with the other.She slows down for a second and ask me am I close, I reply of course. She climbs off of me and climbs. The need to dress was far too strong to stop, I had made promises to myself and failed them all eventually. The feeling of guilt often made me withdrawn, and the fear of discovery made me tense. The only time I really felt great was fantasizing about or being dressed. The excitement, adventure and release had me preoccupied most days of the week and I couldn't stop. Time went by and at the age of fourteen I began to experiment with some more of my mother's clothes, they all fitted well, her. MF he replied, meaning ‘Mother Fuck’!Get your ass over here He would be fuckin’ flyin’.On my way Yeah, I figured that.The girls remained completely unconscious. I loved the view. My sister and Marla are both seniors, due to graduate next month. Me and Mike are in eighth. With any luck we’ll be freshmen next year. Neither one of us has done more than to just kiss a girl and maybe touch her boobies a little. I have seen my sis naked and nearly naked a couple of times for a couple of seconds but. They stood close to each other as she explained the perspective in the Utrillo blue period. Each time she viewed that particular painting her pussy flowed with her female juices as she remembered her escapades on the left bank with the many bearded and penniless young men who entertained her on silent cold nights.It seemed so natural when she leaned back into his enfolding muscular arms and felt the presence of his impressive masculinity pressing urgently into her soft and yielding ass.