I could not believe it. When he started moving at first I didn't know what to feel... the pain and pleasure were blending together and when he pushed ...e down, so my chest and shoulders were flat on the bed I felt amazing. But nothing like when I felt one of his hands slide around my waist and he started massaging my clit. Everything collided. The feeling of his hard cock fucking me so well in my ass. His fingers teasing my clit. The hand on my breast. He laid forward and started biting the back. So we stumble out to the parking lot and she asked if I can throw her "bike" in my car. I was like "Sure, I have a truck, no problem." I thought it was kind of strange, but thought maybe she's like environmentally friendly, going green, etc. You would think I would have connected the dots once I saw the bags of cans tied to her bike too but I thought this chick really cares about earth son, she's a saint! Recycle, Reduce, Reuse. For a second I thought I found Al Gore's daughter, which is a 2. She let out a series of soft moans; it didn’t take very long for her to begin cuming.She quickly put her pajamas and top back on and went to the pantry to get the super absorbent towel her family had just bought to clean up after herself. As she cleaned she thought “What’s wrong with me, it’s bad enough that I started masturbating; now I’m doing it to this kind of sinning? Why must something so wrong feel so good?” After the chair was clean of all her cum she went back to bed and fell asleep. .." So, I'm clean, and I want to feel you naked. Just you, Mr. Policeman." I brushed her hand away from its guiding. "Please," she whined, sounding her age for once."First things first," I said, suddenly lifting her up and tossing her on her back on the bed. "I get to taste how clean you are."She squeaked surprise. Her body was not voluptuous like Rosa's, but it curved just right. Her soft skin slid under my hand from her ankles, across her pussy lips, causing them to lift, over her breasts.