“Tawny, your pussy is so fucking hot.” He untangled the hand from her hair and braced himself against the door frame. With the other hand he gra...bed her leg and lifted it slightly so that he could push deeper into her. She let out a long low moan and ran her nails up his back. He let go of her leg and wrapped his arm around her lower back. It was then that he discovered the best thing about sex in the back seat of a car. He planted his feet against bottom of the door and started to pound. If my life was going to change with Katrina, then everything about it was going to change, including my sex life. “Two days before we were scheduled to evacuate, I unleashed my sexuality on his ass with a fury. We were a little freaked out about what was about to happen with the storm coming, and curled under our covers holding each other. He stroked my arm; his usual way of signaling me that he wanted to fuck. At first, I complied quietly, lying on my back and letting him go through the usual. ..and he knows what I will be doing after...it’s been nearly a week that I’ve gone without” replies Ashley smirking. The bottle flailing in her hand as she came towards me. “This poor man has gone without for a hell of a lot longer” I say as she slumps down onto my lap. The bottle of wine still has a little in the bottom and the sudden drop of her body makes it swish towards the top. “I’m ok, it’s your house” replies Matt as he shrugs his head in amusement. Ashley leans over me and taps her. Happily she clung to him as he walked over towards his bed. He leaned over and lay her down, careful that her head was on the softest pillow of the bunch s**ttered across the headboard. She looked up at him lovingly as he stood over her. He climbed on the bed, straddling her. Once again he began to lift her shirt, this time lifting it all the way over her well-endowed chest and over her head. Looking to her face for permission, he lifted her back, reaching underneath her to undo her bra. He.