He slowly moved his hands from my thighs, to my waist, and then up onto the small of my back. He pulled me down just a little bit towards his chest as...our lips met for the first time. It was just a small peck at first until I started biting his bottom lip. He got the hint and moved his tongue into my mouth as he moved his hands down to my ass.I felt him spread my cheeks apart and run his hands along the crack of my ass which was still slick from all the lube he had poured on it earlier. I. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt which was hanging off one shoulder and which had a huge blood-red pentagram on it. Nothing out of the ordinary, in other words, although her legs seemed to be bare despite the floor being quite cold.I got up and tried to sound calm and nonchalant when I spoke to her: “You have to stop doing that. You almost gave me a heart attack for real.”Jay leaned uncomfortably close to me, as usual. I could feel her breasts touching me again. I don’t think she was even. Each room had a small sink, bars of soap and a hanging cloth for your hands and fresh, soft paper to wipe one’s arse with.Attached to the back of the loos, were two shower rooms, each 2m wide by 4m long. The doors faced the east. They were relatively plain rooms as he had tiled the floors with sand coloured tiles and the walls in white ones.However, Ricky knew the showers were very much appreciated. They even had hot water that never seemed to run out. In each shower room, a wooden bench seat. But Mike scarcely listened. His eyes were devouring his wife's luscious nudity while the blood soared hotly through his veins. God, she's gorgeous, he thought. No matter what Sarah had done, how she had betrayed him, Mike knew that he was still hopelessly in love with her. That she was the only woman he wanted for his own. His mouth watered at the delectable mounds of firm flesh jutting forward in naked splendor, their rosy nipples rigid with fear. His lustful gaze swept down over the pale rise.