"You must be joking," she protested. "I'd be swimming in that."He searched half-heartedly. "Look love, this is the best I can do," handing her a size ...ighteen."Jeez. Didn't know it was a sack race," she muttered, audibly. She heaved the garment reluctantly over her tight racing singlet, and headed for the other truck. Watched the other girls backing up to the tray to have their sack of potatoes slung about their shoulders."Okay, load me up," she drawled. Felt the weight tumble onto her, and. “Perhaps we should get off the deck,” I whispered in his ear. He nodded and took my hand in his to lead me to the elevators. Before we reached them he backed me up against a wall for another deep, fiery kiss that made my knees weak. His body crushed against mine and the bump knocked a little gasp from my lips. I moaned, so desperate for him. “I don’t even know your name,” he said. “It’s not important,” I whispered. I liked the thrill of being two strangers. His hands roamed up my thighs and. I eased her away, again the worried look, “We have all day, take your time.” I said.Now again, she smiled, then reached and hugged me.Then, she stood, felt for the pin in her hair, it fell to cascade, long and black, around her shoulders, it was truly beautiful hair. It was the first time that I had seen it let free.I stood, and took her in my arms, again we kissed, this time with passion, but a little more controlled.My hands moved to touch her, caress her back, just down to her. Since Florian’s hand was already resting on my thigh I made the impulsive decision to put it to use. With bated breath my fingers entwined with his and I moved his hand between my legs. He did not seem to mind, so I slowly proceeded to stroke my aching sex with his palm. It wasn’t long before he had taken an active interest and his hand started moving independently of mine. The next thing I remember he was on top of me and we were kissing. The seductive notion of fucking him entered my drunken.