"Do it, fucking hell yes, I'm, I'm, oh God I'm coming."She all but ripped my hair out in clumps with the power of her orgasm and she was still shaking...as I pulled her down and entered her."Yes, oh fucking yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my hot little cunt you dirty fucking bastard." I'm going to fuck every one of your holes this weekend," I grunted as she wrapped her legs round me and heaved herself back at me meeting my forward thrusts with her own."Tell me," she hissed through clenched teeth.. Some were taking their lunch hour to do some Christmas shopping, while others were eating or just killing time.I don't know what it was that caught my eye, but I noticed a woman walking alone in the crowded main area. I only caught a glimpse of her face, but when I did, I was stunned. I was sure it was Mary Simpson. I don't know why I could be so sure. The hairstyle was different, the clothes were very different, and she walked differently. It was a more confident walk. It was her face that. Despite how frustrated I was by him I couldnt help myself and found myself kissing back. Our tongues were in each others mouths and there was so much urgency in what we were doing. It was obvious that he wanted this just as much as I did. I could feel the hardness of his cock through his shorts rubbing against me and it made me feel weak in my knees. I wanted him. He wanted me. I wanted to feel him, to taste him, to have all of him. And he wanted to have all of me. I whimpered involuntarily as. .. I mean wow. Kyle looked the best, as usual, but they all looked really good.Us girls went into a huddle before we went inside."Oh my gosh!" Brittany squealed. "You are going to knock the socks off everyone here!" I'm looking forward to that," I said flirtatiously."And with that attitude, Kyle will be the envy of the town," Charlotte put in, laughing.We laughed. Brittany's long brown hair was in a straight ponytail, and it swished between her shoulder blades when she walked. Charlotte's.