Thomas was a very proud member of the Waterloo Bonfire Society, the second largest in the Town with what were widely regarded as the best headquarters...at The Crown Inn. Sera had only seen him twice since the beginning of the evening, and that was from a distance. Sera had watched the proceedings from his flat, a position of much jealousy, and had stayed curious but detached from the whole ritual.However he had gone down to the Waterloo fire site and watched them set light to the three storey. I held my position, pressing myself deep as she moaned in response. ‘Fuck, Liz, fuck, that feels so good, you sexy bitch,’ I snarled, and began slow, long even strokes in and out of her. Her ass wiggled under my hands as she shifted, lowering her position and angling my entry to brush her g spot. When I hit it she moaned and I stayed at that angle, focusing my strokes to bring her the pleasure she wanted, thrills coursing through me as my mind reacted to her wanton offering. ‘Fuck, I own your. My cock is hard too from the anticipation of feeling the pleasure of you. You close your eyes and sigh as I pour some oil into your belly button, sitting lightly straddling your thighs and spread some up over your belly, hips, ribs, breasts and neck, shoulders and down your arms, and back the same route, down your thighs and shins, all the way from head to toe, over and over a few times as I can feel you melt and relax beneath my touch. I lean forward and gently lick and kiss your lips (not. We spent a few hours on a bar crawl along the main strip. During this time I have to admit I was feeling fairly ancient compared to the young teens and twenties who surrounded us (and fairly drunk). Kate on the other hand was rather reborn and seemed to hit it off with the youngsters, downing shot after shot.Seeing me feeling left out Maria asked me to help her get the next round in at the bar, where we stayed for the next hour or so deep in conversation. I must admit I was flattered by the.