That weekend we never ventured out of bed, feasting and forging in one another in insatiable lust. And despite the conscious danger the addiction was ...lectrifying. The sex wild, fuelled by lust and the known dangers as we played with fire. Stolen moments taken in a heartbeat as desires yearned for more. My hands glide back up your thighs playfully daring to tease the material of your dress with them. Hands exploring the every delicious curve of your amazing body. "Do you know how hard it's been. There was going to be a great football game and a huge party afterwards. One boy who was particularly looking forward to this night was Alex. He was short, about 58, and had wavy blond hair. He was fairly attractive and did not have a girlfriend. He was so excited when he woke up Friday morning, because this was the day of the game and party. All day the only thing that anybody could talk about was the game and the party. Nobody paid any attention in class. The whole second half of the school. .. quiet, and slow, and awkward. “Hello,” I said, feeling Novella’s hair brush against my legs, “the first story I’d like to read is about a housewife I met at a sex shop.”I started out slow, reading some not too kinky material, wanting to make the audience feel at ease and loosen up a bit. But as I read, Vella was nudging my pussy, running her small fingers through my pubic hair as if trying to comb through it, kissing it, licking it gently until I had to finally slouch down some, my tits. Slowly, she bent over, her body at a right angle, wiggling her tight ass in front of him. She straightened her body and faced him again. She straddled his hips and slowly ground her hips onto him. She rotated and pivoted her hips, making small circles and figure 8's on his hardening crotch. She wrapped her legs around the legs of the chair, and let herself fall back, arching her back and pushing her breasts out. Her thick hair cascaded down her shoulders, tickling his knees. She brought herself.