She didn't seem to notice us: it was as if we were viewing her own private ritual. I stood at the back of the class and stared unashamedly. The whole ...our, I gazed at her, willing my miserable self to copy her effortless grace. I took in every detail, drinking her in. The stark bones at her collar and wrists, the arch of her spine, the firm, pink nipples that grazed her t-shirt. She barely spoke as she moved: her few words sounded like a lullaby. “Deep breath...suck your belly in...drop your. It throbbed in agony and I put the tip at her entrance. She moaned, and I quickly pushed into her. I began thrusting hard and fast. Her pussy was just as tight as Sarah’s and I could barely hold back. My needs had slowly been building and with my cock buried in a woman I wasn’t going to stop. I wouldn’t prevent myself from finishing, but I wanted to give her a good time so I eased up my movements. The waitress moaned below me, and I grabbed her hair pulling her head back. Sarah leaned over and. I then moved her down and went top of her sliding my cock in her cunt this time I was in control oooohhh yes I love your cunt aaaooo fuck aaaooo I said she was yelling in pleasure “ooooooaaaaaahhhhh come oooooonnnnnn fucckkkkk me jaaan. I could not hold my self and shot my cum all inside her I kept the momentum.I kept moving in and out in a few seconds I had another hard on and my cock was up again. “Fuck me more please it’s been so long I want you to fuck me every day pls” she said. I told her. And all that is only what I have seen and known in just my own lifetime. I am sure there are more meanings I have yet to discover, as well as some I may never find. All I know is that having his hand inside me is the most incredible thing I have ever felt. And I know how much it means to me, on many different levels and in many different ways.I feel the stretch as his hand prepares to leave my body, but it is not nearly as painful as it was going in. Yet I do not want this to happen. My.