Harder and faster I drive into her. There is no discernible breathing pattern to be found in Nancy. Our minds are gone and all that remains are these ...wo lustful beings, ravaging one another. I sit on my knees and rise up. Pulling at her legs to get her in deeper. We are both lost in lust. She raises her legs; I put them over my shoulder and continue to thrust. After one of her orgasms, I use her raised legs to turn her on her stomach. In doing so, our pleasure centers loose contact. This makes. She wanted sex; her soul screamed it to me as her excellent orbs bobbed free of their black cotton housing. A light sheen of sweat covered her young body that shimmered in the chink of light streaming from the curtains.I put my hand out to touch her, the smoothness of her radiant skin electrifying the tips of my fingers; my hands caressed her toned legs as I stared into her knickerless crotch. It was immaculate as it always was: a small stub of hair perched above the most enticing of slits. I. Menstrual cycles were no secret to him, but there still seemed a mystery, something left to be experienced.Peter passed the old church and neared the traffic signal that served as a divider between the urban area of the city and his older, but well kept neighbourhood of middle-aged middle-class families who were well paid, but quickly drained by endless lists of bills and payments. His family, not unlike the rest of the neighbourhood, were quickly dwindling to recollect happier times.Peter was. " I will go and get into my nighty while you change into your robe," she told me, bouncing up from the sofa.As she ran upstairs, I started to strip, wondering why I felt like I was being played. When she came back into the living room, I was already dressed in just my robe, and was sat on the sofa again. Her nighty was very sheer, pink, and only just covered her pussy, while leaving no doubt that she was not wearing anything beneath it.I felt the warm wetness between my legs as I enjoyed the.