I got hard very quickly. I lied and told him that I just wanted him to know I was awake. I suggested we look at some of the magazines that we'd stol...n. He was okay with that so we took his ten magazines and sat on my bunk looking at them. I wasn't really looking at them. I was desperate to touch his cock. He must have been horny or teasing because he never covered up. I decided to get naked too and took off my Pyjama bottoms. I knew at that moment what was going to happen. He smiled as. He then lay down on the floor, his wet cock pointing straight up, and she instantly knew what he had in mind. She got up, and walked over, positioning herself over him, taking his cock in one hand, and opening her pussy lips with the other. Then, he watched as that delicious ass, and the pussy in front of it, moved closer and closer to his waiting cock, being guided by her hand. He took one last look at his cock pointing straight at her waiting pussy hole growing ever closer, and closed his. I feel your mouth on the bare skin of my neck; you press your lips against my skin and suck at it. Is that your tongue I can feel, rough and wet? I purr deep in my throat. I can feel my breasts pressed against your chest, moulding together. I imagine how it would feel if we were both naked, my pale bare skin contrasted with your fit tanned body. More people squeeze on at Oxford Circus. We are squashed even closer. Somehow you have got your hand behind me, and I can feel it stroking lightly. Normally, whenever she returned from office; her dress would look almost as if she had just taken it out of wardrobe. She was always meticulous about her dress and hair. It was obvious that the dress had undergone a bit of rough handling. I noticed the top two buttons of her blouse missing. Perhaps she did not realize it or was too excited to think about it. She was excited and yet embarrassed. I smiled at her. She smiled back and mumbled something that felt like an apology for her late.