I press back. You press me harder against the door, your right leg pressing between my slightly-parted legs. You straddle my leg, your hips engaging i... a deliberate, hot grind against my thigh as our kissing becomes deeper and longer. In the first movement of either of our hands, you move the hem of your dress above your thighs. The material bunches in clenched fists as you push your smooth, dripping pussy against the fabric of my pants. In the dim light of the room, I cannot see your sex, but. I would rather they shave your fucking head.”“No please, cut it for me.”“Ok, but then you gotta eat my asshole, like I see you eating that white bitches ass.”I guess she could tell that I wondered how she had already seen that, so she pointed to one of the TV screens on the wall. But my biggest concern right now was trying to keep them from shaving my head and no telling what else. So I said: “OK”.“Lay down on the table with your hair hanging down and I will cut it as best I can to make sure. We started to meet often, and then one Saturday night I didn't get left on the doorstep with a kiss. Sarah turned and asked me in with a sexy smile. "It’s all right, they are away for the weekend." She led me straight upstairs to her bedroom, and flung herself into my arms. Our tongues clashed, and her body moulded into mine. I could feel her firm breasts flattened against my chest and before I knew what was happening, her hands were at my belt. We tore each other’s clothes off, until our. His hands moved up towards my breast as he massaged it lightly. I smiled as we continued to kiss. I loved it when he played with my boobs. I groaned a little as I felt that familiar feeling stirring between my legs. He moved his hands stroking down my torso, trailing his fingers further down and started rubbing me through my panties. I pulled away from the kiss, my lips tingling. I could hear the rain drubbing against the window, the thunder clapping louder as the lightening moved nearer. I was.