Her kiss back was passionate and she stuck her own tongue back in my mouth. Apparently she hadn't swallowed all of my cum and I could taste more of it...that had settled on her tongue. It was the wettest most passionate kiss I think we ever had.We both lay on the floor trading kisses and staring deep into each other's eyes. After a few minutes my cock was still fairly hard so I gently eased it between her legs. Her pussy accepted it willingly and we moved slowly together, kissing, her arms. Since he thought he might be getting lucky eventually with her, he had stopped wearing any underwear.As he seated her on the bed, he broke the kiss, and stepped back to get out of his own clothes. That's when he had his first good look at Andrea in her underwear.It was took all his control to not start pawing her right that second.She had decided to wear a matching bra and panty set that was white and trimmed in white lace. And with her flat stomach and tiny waist, it made her breasts look at. For some reason, I decided that that the laundry room was the place for my new adventure in masturbating.The room is available to the tenants 24/7, so I decided on a late night excursion to minimize the chance of accidental discovery. I chickened out on Tuesday night, but Wednesday night (Thursday morning, really), dressed in only hiking shorts, T-shirt and a pair of Vans, I descended the stairs to do the deed.I was nervous as I slipped into the laundry room—unoccupied—but the idea of what I. He gently rolled me over so that now he was lying beside and slightly on top of me. It was a mild sunny day so I pulled his T-shirt off running my hands over his torso; he did the same to me only cupping my breasts in his hands over my bra, as he moves down to my shorts. He kissed my stomach as he unfastened the button and unzipped them pulling them down and off. I felt proud for remembering to wear my matching underwear set then. As I glanced over at him I noticed his cock was getting harder.