I breathlessly hissed, “What are you going to do now Marcus?” “I thought about fisting you but my dick is so fucking hard, I need to fuck that h...t-box of yours!” “Oh be careful, the long plane ride has my hips hurting a little. Remember me telling you that sometimes they hurt and interrupt my ability to fuck missionary style.” “Well sugar I have a way to prevent them from hurting more. Lie on your back, and let me slide into you from position I call, ‘side saddle.’ That way all you have to do. His jaw dropped and he asked me if I would really do that. I told him of course I would and then I told him not to be embarrassed about getting hard as it was a natural thing to happen after running his hands all over my body. He then stood up and I lifted my sunglasses and told him, while staring at his cock, that with a cock that big I’m going to be looking forward to the end of summer. Then, thinking to myself, I might not wait till the end of ---summer to suck that piece of teenage meat. . Not Brianna pretty but pretty enough to draw attention from guys.It was a normal day yet it was a really good day.I found an open bag of chips in a kitchen cabinet. I poured some onto a paper towel, grabbed a soda from the fridge, and relaxed on the couch. I turned on the TV. It was nice to have nowhere to go and nothing to do. I had no compulsion to film girls or find out what Brianna was doing. I was the good student again.Sara was upstairs in her bedroom with Andy. They had sex all the time.. For an instant all I can do is watch the pull of the buttons between her breasts as her chest heaves and her body sways betwixt adventure and retreat. I adore her breasts even though they are contained and hidden from my sight. Gorgeous fleshy mounds, soft pale pillows squeezed into an undeserving bra and wrapped in cheap lightweight cotton that seems stretched beyond all that is scientifically reasonable. I ache for her to be braless, to splash my wine across her chest, to have her dark.