She asked me what I wanted and I told her that I was feeling thirsty. She took the torch from my side and went to the kitchen and brought me water aft...r quenching my thirst again I laid down to sleep but sleep was evading me. I was thinking of the soft mound of flesh that I had touched. I tried hard not to think about it but could not forget the feeling. I wanted to feel it again. I made sure that my aunt was sleeping sfter a day’s hard work in a village life it was natural that you are into a. First, sex in and of itself is great, but is it necessary? For some it is, but for her at this time it wasn’t. She had other things that were, by far, more important than sex, and she rarely thought of sex, or even the need for it.So it wasn’t the act of sex that was emotional. The bad part of this was being forced into it, that the real choice of living here or on the streets was a decision that no one should ever have to make. And that the deciding point was whether or not you had sex with. I went to my refrigerator and brought the chocolate icecream, along with the condoms. She was surprised and I said, “You are not the only one who is prepared” ;) and we both laughed. I applied some icecream on her left boob, and started eating it. The cold sensation from the melting icecream and my hot tongue on her hot body, made her tremble and moan a lot.Aaaaaahhhhh…..mmmmmmm…..ooooooooo…..aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh was all I can hear apart form the sucking sound I made, deliciously kissing her. He reached under her and stroked her pussy lips and clit, she moaned in lustful aroused pleasure.He lay down on her and plain fucked her ass, she was squashed underneath him, their bodies being one, except when he raised his powerful hips and banged into her time and again. Cathy was being well and truly rutted, there was no other word for it, rutted, rutted, and rutted again. She had the most adorable of climaxes, she sank into them, Mark meanwhile was building rapidly to his first cum of the.