I didn’t say anything, because it felt good - all over. I was confused, however, because we were friends, but what I felt was telling my body other ...hings. She caressed my neck for quite a while. As she did, I could feel a blood rush between my legs, a consciousness of my body as I had not known it before. I can’t remember the shirt I was wearing, but I remember the heather gray sweatpants. I felt my own lubrication moving inside me and was afraid of any of my ’excitement’ becoming visible on. I turned her again, pressing her to the wall chest-first, growling in her ear, “You ready, babe?”“Yes,” she hissed, the wall cold against her breasts, back arched to accentuate her firm ass, long legs and lovely curves, all toned from her love of running.“Good,” I grinned, pushing her skort down, panties balled up insideMy lips found her neck, the soft skin receiving kisses, nibbles and rough bites. My left hand cupped one of her firm breasts, and the right moved low, thumb grazing against her. I worked my hands to her breasts and cupped them and tweaked her teats as I plowed her and as is the way all too soon my time was come, my bolt shot and the moment over.“I must say Lucinda your whore provdes a most acceptable fuck.” I thought praise was appropriate at this juncture having dodged a few shillings whore’s fees as I thought.“I’m not a whore,” Pat bridled.“No James, she is my friend, in fact I am her chaperone!” Lucinda laughed excitedly, “So what do you think of my James?” she. I move forward, slowly, allowing the bulbous tip to separate my painted lips, to violate my mouth. With my eyes closed, I can truly feel and focus upon the twitches, both between my fingers and between my lips. His hands brush my hair thoughtfully out of the way and come to rest on either side of my head, he does not guide me, but I know he likes to hold back my hair, and I appreciate his kind, loving gesture. I continue to descend, slowly, taking more of that symbolic, powerful anatomy into.