I really wasn’t in the mood for another visit by Amy.I woke up the next morning without a warm smoothie on my nightstand or floor and no little girl...on top of my covers, a definite plus. So far the day was normal.That ended halfway through my shower. I heard the bathroom door open, then close and footsteps coming toward me. I stood motionless.“Hi Popscotch.” It was Amy. My heart was in straight panic.Then I heard the toilet lid clink against the tower of the unit. Seconds later, a hard. I straddled her on the stair and placed my cock between her tits, rubbing and slapping them with my massive throbbing head. Fully fucking her massive heaving tits, sliding between them all the way up to her mouth where her tounge lashed the top of my cock.I could feel her moving beneath me, I lent back and reached down for her pussy to find her hands already down there pawing away at her mature cunt. She was soaking. Her hands inside her French lace panties, her thighs covered in juice. This. “Happy anniversary.” Jane reappeared out of the closet in panties and a bra. His heart stopped. Never in a million years would he had expected to see her out of her clothes. She did not even like it when he ran his hand under her shirt when they made out. “What is this?” he asked excitedly, putting his hands in his lap to cover his instant hard on that he had received. He knew it was a rookie thing, but he was a virgin and there was a half-naked girl in front of him. What else would you expect?. “Why not, I’d like to see what makes this Hannah so special.” Beth giggled, letting the towel drop and taking me in her arms.My hands dropped to her waist, holding her hips as she pressed her lips to mine. Looking into her eyes as she wrapped her arms around my neck, I could feel her nipples hardening as she pressed them into me. Her brunette hair, still damp from the shower, framed her face. She was so beautiful, and as her hands dropped to slide the zip of my skirt down, I thought about what.