I’d rushed in as soon as she left, I just knew there was a nice pair of panties waiting and there was, a red thong, the crotch was sopping. I guess ... got so excited that I’d forgotten to lock the door.Melissa must have forgotten something or she wanted something, anyhow she barged in.There was no denying what I was up to, my face was buried in the crotch of the thong savoring her aroma and flavor and my hand was wrapped around my dick, or at least most of the way, I’m only sixteen and my cock’s. He giggled… So I broke the kiss myself to see his smile… I was on top of him… And while he was still showing his perfect teeth… I lowered my head … To his ear… Nibbled it while he moved his face To the other side to give me full access….. I rubbed my cheek against his… And then went back to earlobe… Traced my tongue back to his lips… Kissing all the way in between… Then I realized he is still wearing his t-shirt… Not that he looked bad in it… But … :)We both removed our shirts… And went back to. Rather than do all that, he was having to join the chorus of government ministers gathered around Prime Minister Olanthe O'Donnell as she wrung her hands and mouthed platitudes about how appalled and distressed she and her Cabinet were by this morning's horrific exchange of nuclear warheads and the consequent loss of countless innocent lives.Now, instead of devising new ways to keep the quarrelsome ragheads out of Great Britain where they would yet further dilute the nation's cultural identity. Before, she had never liked doggystyle because she said it lacked intimacy.So when she was in position, I gave her no time to rethink it. With one hard thrust I buried my cock into her tight, wet pussy.Her back arched upward as I invaded her. For twenty-one plus years, we had made love, but that night, we were going to fuck. I slapped her right ass cheek as I began to piston my cock into her. With every inward, my hand slapped her firm ass until it was bright red.She whimpered each time my hand.