I raise my mouth to his and kiss him deeply, tongues once again duelling. Nostrils flaring from the effort of sucking in as much air as possible. Soft...grunts and moans indicate that our race is nearing its zenith. My hands run up and down his spine, losing traction from the sweat our exertion has created. Suddenly I find myself being rolled from underneath to straddling his hips without losing our connection. ‘Ride me, darlin’,’ he growls, his voice raspy from the tension of holding back.. Chelsea was a petite girl with dark hair, David a tall guy, very clean cut but not cheesy (i.e. Frosted tips or lots of cologne). Garrett and TJ on the other hand were really laid back. Both had beards and short dreaded hair. You could tell they were hippies and liked to puff down. As we talked with those two we found that we had a lot in common. We were all teachers and both Garrett and TJ, like myself are musicians. Laura seemed very relaxed around the two of them and I liked them a lot. I. “Well she’s a sexy little thing Guy,”“Yes; but she went down like a ninepin having shied Romeo.”“My god Guy! She’s wearing my old clothes! Who is she anyway?” asked Pamela,“She’s mother’s foster-girl from London; she seems to be accident prone.”Shelia then mumbled, “ I’m so sorry I ran into you Mr Guy.”Guy’s finger stroked her cheek and his spice-scented cologne penetrated her senses. “ You OK?”“Right as Rain,” she smiled weakly.Guy and his sister Pamela both let out a relieved chuckle.Guy then. At the beginning I did it slowly, my strokes were slow and long and she was moaning pleasurably, I wanted it harder so I grabbed her leg and half hoisted it up and I fucked her hard, “Be gentle tiger!” she screamed with pleasure, her eyes had rolled back in her head in her ecstasy as she screamed “Aaaahh! Oh my God, fuck me harder, faster, and deeper!” “Didi I’m trying I shouted!” beads of sweat formed on my neck as I was thrusting my organ as fast as I can. She screamed in pleasure but it must.