Her hands where on my back and she started to pull at my shirt. I broke away from her body for a pulled my shirt over my head. As soon as I did that s...e was sitting up on the bed going for the belt on my pants, unbuckling it and then headed for the zipper. She started to pull them down, which released my throbbing member right in front of her. She reached out for it with her hands when I pushed her back on the bed and resumed my assault on her breasts. She squirmed when I did this and tried to. That raised at least one eyebrow. Then I left the house. I didn't want to take a chance on either one of them talking me out of it or digging out the surprises I had in store for them. I knew my limits with these two and when it came to giving in and giving up, I was an expert.On my return with several small packages, Sally hovered about, sniffing for a hint. But no amount of wheedling, and God, could she wheedle, produced the slightest whiff of the next day's events.The next morning, I got. . She was holding me tight…. .I started fucking her oh…. Ahahah ahahahh …. Sssss … She was biting her lips trying not to moan loud…. After fucking in missionary position for some time I took her on my top and she was riding on me ….. I was squeezing her boobs … Oh yes yes yes…Her moan had created an erotic environment inside the room.Holding her ass I made her move up and down faster ….. Then I came over her took both her legs on my shoulder and started fucking her, rubbing her clit with my. Slipped my room key into my shoe, hair in a ponytail, put my sunglasses on, and off I ran. I had completed my run and was cooling down when someone called my name. God no, not now! I still had last night’s makeup on and bed-head hair. I was sweaty and just not presentable.It was a guy I had dated my freshman year. Well we did a little more than dated—we had also fucked. In fact we fucked a lot because he knew how to use his cock and how to find my G-spot every single time. He was a photographer.