I hold it to one side and watch the thick white string splatter onto the ground. As he lets out a series of low moans, several more ropes follow, shoo...ing through the air, until the last few dollops ooze out over my hand, thick goo on my fingers.We both lean against the tree, panting and perspiring. I feel very warm, I must be pink in the face. I can smell the semen, and raise my hand to my mouth to lick it off.Then a movement catches my eye. Beside the bushes across the clearing, I can see two. .. beautiful. I've begun to believe there is no such thing as an ugly naked woman. Sora was shaped differently than any of my other girlfriends. She was athletic like Whitney, but nearly a foot shorter. And considerably bustier. Not that she was stacked like Brenda or Rose, but Sora had beautifully rounded breasts that stood proudly on her muscular chest. In addition to being a cheerleader, Sora was a gymnast and had broad, powerful shoulders. Sadly, we didn't have a gymnastics team, so. “I awaited Chanda’s return, Sokhen my sole companion. I continued telling her history stories, and we continued making love, even better than before. In three months her pregnancy began to become apparent, though subtly and easily hidden. Not that she felt any need to hide it. She cherished it, a most wondrous souvenir of our time together. But in her disguise as a shy nerd, more in her head than her heart or loins, she hid her body as much as anyone did at that time. At least when amongst the. We can have more fun that way." They skinnied out of their dresses and panties. The mounds on their chests jiggled. Their lithe bodies dove onto the bed as soon as they were naked. Their fingers slipped back to their quims, their rubbing more vigorous.Gwen leaned across and sucked Marcie's nipple gently. The bud grew as it was grasped by the wet, hot lips. Marcie moaned as jolts of sexual electricity shot down her body. Her idle hand grasped Gwen's breast and massaged it. Her fingers pressed.