We started kissing a little faster with our lips trying to get hold of each other's lips. In a few minutes, we were doing a full french kiss with our ...ongues getting in to action. He had his hands on my butt gently fondling them. I had my hands on his chest as I played with his strong chest. I lifted his shirt tucked in the pant and put my hand under his shirt to feel his chest. The gentle hair on his chest was a pleasure to touch.I broke the kiss to take his shirt off. He had the perfect. I didn’t need anyone else, a boy or a man. This strangeness feeling of being watched was distracting me more than I thought. Was it time to kerb my liberty?Running home I double bolted the front door, checked the machine for the usual messages from Dad, read the message attached to the still warm cookies from the cleaner who came in during the day, ignoring their lure, and ran straight for my bedroom, locking that door too.Waking what seemed like hours later, I was slightly, but not completely,. I continued to gently lick across her clit while she came although I found it hard to keep close with all her bucking and writhing on my table. I had to firmly hold her thin waist to stop her moving too far away from me as I kept licking her sweet pussy. It was such a sexy feeling to know that I had made this young, sexy 18-year-old blonde cum so hard and so quickly.Slowly her breathing calmed and she slumped back on my dining table. I moved back, slipping my fingers out from her soaking pussy. He was bristling. He knew that, physically, Jenna was fit and deceptively strong and he was intent on testing her limits. Yet it was her spirit that drove him, that he desired the most. That was what he was experiencing with each broad thrust. Jenna’s thighs were rubbed red from the brush of his hips. Her alluring lips pushed in and pulled out as his thick cudgel continued its harsh strokes, her light skin absorbing his length of dark flesh. Her flexibility was indeed a benefit for them both.