Always showing off. Which is probably why she was the type of woman who definitely did get chatted up wherever she went. Guys looked at her, figured t...at she was wild, and hoped she might be easy.And often she was.Gina was taking the selfie, her arm held out in front of her. She had her head tilted towards Steff and her mouth was also twisted into a silly pout. Her tongue peeked out from the corner of her mouth. She didn't have that same crazy, wildchild look that Steff had--but of course she. Her hands roamed around kneading and holding content to just hold and be held. After a while she looked up and I knew this to be the signal that she wanted to be kissed. Our mouth had just joined when another crashing wave ended its journey and sure enough two to three seconds later the spray hit us. Her right hand was now working its way past the waistband of my jeans. I felt her erection pressing into my thigh, my hands cupped her boyish buttocks urging her to use my leg. My own maleness. She burnt the breakfast toast because the toaster stuck in the down position. When she stuck a knife in the toaster to push down on the release spring the toaster made a "pssst" sound and stopped working altogether. She dropped the pot to the Mr. Coffee on the floor and it shattered sending pieces of glass all over the place. When she tried to vacuum up the really small pieces the Hoover quit on her and she checked and found that the belt had broken. She got the spare belt out of the utility. I was all the way inside of her and there was no turning back, as she began a slow gyration of her hips, grinding herself in my lap. The feeling was intense. I didn’t dare look down or up. I locked my eyes on to hers as she bounced up and down on my lap, her tits bouncing in rhythm and in correlation to the increasing speed which we found ourselves engaged in.Her mouth was open, and she gasped for breaths, between labored grunts of exotic pleasures uncontained. I placed my hands on her.