She cringed out of pleasure and whimpered. The rain was still pouring and the ground was soft under Gabriel’s knees. He rose and gathered her into...his arms. "Maybe we should go elsewhere to finish?" No words passed her lips. She slipped out of his arms, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She looked up at him like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She touched the button of his jeans, running her finger around the gold lettering before she unbuttoned them. Her. This caused more than a few raised eyebrows, but we were insistent, and they quickly switched us to the best semi-private room available. Seems that having been declared dead had some advantages, and it was about then that I discovered we had been rushed to University Hospital, barely a mile from St. Ursula's.I knew what Ann was thinking, and in a way I couldn't blame her. I wasn't allowed to date till I was 16, but here I was, demanding to be in the same room with a boy!"I'm sorry, Mom," I. I stopped at once and took my head back a little.“Why?” She asked me with desperate eyes. My hands were still on her boobs but not moving. I talked.“Wow! You’re being a professional kisser, rather than a desperate and obsessed wife” she smiled at my compliment.“Mh, thank you. I did nit get your name yet?”“Qamaar”“Nice name”“Thank you, kareema. But how did you learn to kiss so well like that?” I was doubting if this is not her 1st sexual adventure with an outsider. But her answer was. He rubbed again a little faster as she felt the waves begin to move through her. He let his lips and hands work together as she pressed harder against him. He felt the intensity of her orgasm building as she began to grind hard against him. He could feel the wetness collecting between her thighs as her hands clutched at the back of his head. Finally able to withstand it no longer she locked herself tight against him. He pulled back and looked into her blissful smile and sparkling eyes. She sat.