‘Did it not occur to you,’ asked Newton from behind me, ‘to knock and see if anyone was in residence?’ ‘Hell, ain’t s’posetabe anyone he...e!’ He lifted his hard-hat and scratched his balding scalp. ‘Didn’t y’all hear the first time the wreckin’ ball hit the buildin’?’ I evaded that question. It’s a little embarrassing to admit to how heavily I sleep sometimes. And knowing Newton he was probably reading and was so absorbed in his book that he simply didn’t notice the first Earth-shaking smash.. What he saw surpassed even his wildest dreams. There right in front of him was the snooty brunette Carol from his history class. The same girl that would never even give him the time of day, with her big firm tits, long slim legs, and a hairy pussy that looked like it could use a trim. What he was finding out even in just his first two experiences, and what was to become a basic truth on ninety percent of what he would see, was that the girls spent an inordinate amount of time washing their. She walked towards me, slowly parting her legs and sitting down in my lap. I felt her warmth on my crotch, and I gasped at its intensity. There was also wetness, as I felt the liquid drip onto my jeans. her hands moved upward, resting on her tits, massaging them and jiggling them for me. I was on cloud nine, and we hadn't even started yet. Suddenly my hand moved of its own accord, and I reached around to fumble with the strap. She was surprised by my sudden movement, but did nothing to stop me. .”She squealed, rolling forward into my arms. We welded together, almost desperately holding on together, her hips hunching against me. She stopped for a second. “I can’t get enough of you.”“Beautiful ... You need to ... I can’t hold off.”Kiss. “So what’s the point of you holding off?”“You...”“Kiss me.” We kissed. “You need to be just a little bit selfish. You have only the foggiest idea of what you do to me, Josh ... You get me. You REALLY get me. Like ... close...”“Beautiful girl,” I.