I could feel my tits bouncing as he fucked me deeper.It was heavenly.Then he lifted my legs up straight and fucked me for maybe a minute longer.Then,w...thout coming out,he slid me sideways.Hmmm,new position I thought.Then he fucked me some more.God it felt good,reaching spots not reached before.He had thrust quickly but then slowed down for a minute,then sped up,and done this a few times.Then he stopped,and again without coming out,he straightened my legs up in the air,then down the other. It was pleasant, but my arm had fallen asleep and I really had to pee. I extricated myself as gingerly as I could, but in spite of my best efforts Sandra stirred awake as well."Shh," I said. "Go back to sleep." Sandra mumbled something incoherent and I headed to the bathroom. When I came back, Sandra had - in spite of my best efforts - come awake and was sitting up, looking around the living room rather sleepily."What time is it?" she asked."Late," I said. "Or rather, early, I guess. It's the. She had just turned 14 when this happened. It was shortly after 4 P.M. on a Saturday afternoon and I had gone over to visit her mom and dad. When I got to their house, I found that Cookie was alone. Ken and Mindy had just left, and apparently were going to be gone for the rest of the day. They were going to do a bit of shopping, and then go to dinner and a movie. They weren't expected back until late at night.They'd left my niece some money to call for pizza, and Cookie had been going to have a. Her long shapely legs were bare and she wore a short black skirt that had a small slit on her left side. Her rounded hips were swaying rhythmically as she walked. Her long dark blond hair was cascading over her shoulders. Peter was hypnotized by the sight. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her. His natural shyness was about to vanish. Then, he was overcome by an inexplicable fear. What if she just disappears? What it would be to know that she was gone. Peter’s passion was becoming.