Then I slowly crossed my legs over hers and stayed in that position for a while each and every posture I spent I learnt few things, I felt like kissin... her neck and it was so warm hugging inside a bed spread. With much confidence I went closer to her and my left shoulder was over her right shoulder and I hugged her tigh and I touched my lips on her collar bone. I felt good ad the taste of the skin was plain and was like felt pleasant. My hands moved to her thighs and I placed my hands on her. The feel of being fully seated in her saddle at the final act of such sessions tended to make me ache with the need to keep her sensuous rump under my control. I would guide her with my knees and dig my fingers into her yielding flesh just before giving her the gift that keeps on giving and dripping and filling her void of emptiness. For some reason, the process of draining into Miss Brooks from behind seemed to go on for an eternity and she would tremble and shift in different directions. I got him to stop wearing underwear and his cock was always showing down his jeans leg. I could pop the buttons and have his cock down my throat in 3 seconds, almost anywhere. He could cum fast, but never a whole lot, and when he jacked off, he always used just the tips of his fingers, like you'd hold a rose, instead of grabbing the shaft like a baseball bat. Marty's cum was sweet, but it didn't shoot far, just flowed out of his cock. He was about 25, and claimed he fucked girls, too, and maybe. On the bed was a naked girl with a man between her legs. And that was not all, at the head of the bed was another guy holding her arms above her head, while at the foot was two more holding her legs apart.Just when I had sorted this all out in my brain a second flash went off, the source of light now having moved from it's previous position at the foot of the bed, to the far side by the curtained window. Once again my brain sorted out the scene before me, all the little details that I had.