I paused while she adjusted to the feeing of being truly full, then started to pump myself in and out.She was hot , wet and very tight as I fucked her...there and then on the table. Her tits wobbled and bounced as I got faster and faster. Harder and harder I fucked her, as I slipped her legs up onto my shoulders, slipped my hands down under her ass and lifted her slightly from the table. My hands grasped her ass and pulled the cheeks apart slightly as I lifted her. This change of angle allowed me. ” We both stand up and move to either side of you saying, “And what do you intend to do about it?” You turn to me, “Well …” you say, as you begin unbuttoning my shirt. You slide the shirt off my shoulders, and then you lift your hands and slowly caress my chest with your palms – feeling the texture of the hair and the hardness of my nipples. You then lean down and lick and nibble lightly on each nipple feeling them harden at your touch. I then place my hand under your chin and bring your face. This was what brought our friendship to a screeching halt, it would be years until I saw her again. Jen and I both were dating others in our senior year at UNLV, neither of us were in serious relationships, we had talked about it. I’d been dating a girl named Sandy on and off for about six months. It wasn’t going anywhere, we just had fun together and relieved a little sexual tension once in awhile. Right after Christmas break, Sandy dropped a bomb on me, she was pregnant. Neither of us were. While we were waiting for the drinks, we noticed that we were essentially alone with exception of two other sets. One was located right in front of us on the third row; a young man in his early twenties. The other was on our row, three umbrellas to our left, occupied by a gentleman who appeared to be in his mid-fifties. My wife took off her sheer cover-up and Panama hat and laid down under the sun, wearing a daring Brazilian swimsuit, a white and unlined number that we'd bought a couple of.