One of his hands played with my nipples through my dress, making me moan into his mouth. The other slipped beneath my skirt again, and I felt him groa... as he felt how soaked my panties were. I pulled away from him slightly, moving to get down on my knees. His hands were in my hair again, pulling me back up. “No time for that, I need to fuck you right now.”He turned me around, putting my hands against the wall and pulling my ass against him. He pulled my panties to the side, and I felt his cock. She knew this was it! Rightthis moment they were in the process of being tied together in a way that wouldmake them inseparable. The feelings again totally overwhelmed her, and she felthow she would sink into her arms, how she would caress her, please her, worshipher like a goddess?. ?Shall we? You don?t want to be late forclass, do you?? The voice tore her out of her trance, and the hand on hershoulder made her jump slightly as it gently motioned her towards the stairs.She felt like an idiot.. I didn't see that it would take time for us to really learn how to have sex together (duh!). But over these weeks of having a lot of love making and writing stories about it, we've really come along way (couldn't resist the pun).Every time we have sex it's a little different, a little saucier, a little sexier: sometimes because it's naughtier, sometimes because it's gentler, and always because it's starting to feel completely unscripted. By writing these sex stories, I figure out what I like,. Me taking a straponcock. Sarah's showgirl underwear as a contrast to my trashy slutwear.Sara's look of pure lust as she took control of her sissy slut.She picked up the pace inside me, still grinning as she pounded me inthe arse with her cock. Every inch of me felt alive - my stockingedlegs against hers, the slight rustle as our knickers touched when herlength filled me, the satin of the bed head across my nipples under thecups of the baby-doll.Just as I thought I was going to scream, Sara did.