I remembered them..they were one of the better fucks that morning. Not that any were bad, but these guys knew what they were doing just a bit more tha... the others.“Hang on, honey”, one said as I got to them, “shake that ass for a second for me.” I blushed but was having so much fun, so I stopped, stood with my legs apart a bit, arched my ass out and started bouncing. “That’s it, baby.” He said, and started rubbing his hand all over my ass cheek as it bounced. His buddy moved to my other side. Her arms were bare from the shoulders down, apart from the delicate watch around her left wrist and the fine bracelet she wears on her right wrist. Sometimes she's worn hose or tights or whatever but today her long, muscular legs were bare.I've always been a leg-woman. Sure, I like to admire the whole package but I always start by looking at the legs and hers are gorgeous. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's. No words really had conspired between the two but they both understood they’d be leaving together. She tipped the bottom of her glass into her lips, turned her head towards the door as she stared and smiled, his eyes suddenly wider, awake, he nodded immediately, tying back his dark hair, as if to say ‘enough is enough, I know, let’s go home’. And although she didn’t know his name, she wanted only to be at home with him tonight. She pushed against the heavy exit door and he joined behind her. He kissed her quivering pussy one more time, and kissed each of her ass cheeks before standing up behind her. He tore off his T-shirt and pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees. Nine and half inches of rock hard manhood was released. He couldn’t get any harder, and he was aching to get inside this goddess. Ashley remained bent over passively before him, wanting this even more than he did. He slapped his dick on her lovely ass, taking pleasure in watching her cheeks quiver with each.