The meal was served and an orchestra played. Later, while the desert was being served, the coaches from our teams were asked to stand and address the ...udience. They poked jabs at each other’s team, all in jest and we were rolling in laughter. The meal was finished and the tables cleared. The orchestra started playing tunes for dancing. ‘Trish,’ I said, ‘would you like to dance?’ ‘I don’t know how to dance.’ She replied. ‘I don’t either. Shall we learn together?’ I stood and extended my hand.. I got very little to do, had absolutely no social interaction and got bored.I confronted her with that fact and she told me that I should never expect something from her side.A week later, I got an urgent call from my neighbor: the alarm system in my home went of and he warned also my brother who lives nearby and both of them catched two Romanian burglars, shot one of them and beat the other one up. One of them had my address and a picture in his pocket. Exactly the same picture I had sent to. Jen was paler and had freckles all over her face, but the guys loved it. Her long auburn hair swayed back and forth as sweat glistened on her forehead from dancing so much. My skin was much more tan and my black hair was cut shorter. Jen and I had met online not too long ago. We were both 16 when we started talking on a small sexually oriented website. When my family moved out to New York, where Jen had been living, we met up immediately. We both connected through our love of sex. Everything. She then looked at him at the end of the bed and saw that Kris had another raging hard-on."You have that effect on me, baby. Now I'll really show how much I've missed us together." Oooooooooooh, Kris!" she purred, spreading her legs wider. "I want to fuck you real good, Tracy," he panted, slowly pushing his cock into her. "That's it, lover. Put that nice big cock in my pussy and fuck me until I can't take it anymore."God, was she tight, Kris thought as he slid further into her cunt until he.