Fsnet.co.uk )Copyright 2005 I cuddled into Sam, her shapely curves cushioning me. The travel rug was ouronly modesty as we were bumped about on the ba...kseat, the smooth leather providingno traction under our bare-asses. We had been travelling down twisting single-trackroads for hours. We passed the last house around 10 miles back (if you couldcall it a house; a ramshackle croft turned holiday cottage, waiting out thelonely months till the life spark returned). We had seen no signs of life. Her cleavage heaved as her breathing quickened. Her readers, pale in a black lace bra. Her eyes all dark, smoky makeup, a mix of hurt and list. Her red, glossed lips a pout of passion. "I want to feel alive," she said. "You want me. I need you." She undid her skirt, dropping it with a whisper to the floor. Bumfelt took it all in. God- damn she was something to see. All black underwear, heels, cleavage and legs. Long, long legs. "Fuck me, Eddie," she whispered. He did. He took her in his hands. As I watched scene after scene unfold in the dimness of my room my cock became harder and harder. The jerking of my erection felt good rubbing the inside of my night jacket as I watched this beautiful woman on the screen, with her legs spread facing the camera. When you looked at her you would swear she was in the room with you. I sit there starring at this woman on the screen watching as her hand slowly glides over her nipples, she moves one hand to her mouth, inserting a finger and. Poor Janani was limp, by now, just barely holding on with her legs around my hips or her arms around her shoulder. By around the seventh minute itself, Anjan joined me in holding her up – me at her hips and Anjan by her armpits – and she was lolling around to our strokes like a ragdoll, the only signs she is alive being her moans of enjoyment.As we sped up, she finally spoke her first words since her apologies, gasping with every stroke “cum in me, don’t take it out. It is not my safe time, but.