It was a slow fuck, similar to doing it in slow motion. It was fun and thrilling as if we were doing it behind my hubby's back. I kept on moaning, "Oh...fuck! Keep fucking me!" It was loud enough to let my hubby hear it. And before I had enough, he came only after several minutes and it was game over.The next day, they went off to work together but in the evening, John came back alone as my hubby had called me earlier to tell me that he had to work late and even said, "I had already told him that. ” I went into the bathroom and pulled off my black shirt and jeans, I stepped into a pair of black shorts that were mid thigh and pulled the purple bathing suit top over my head. The cups of the top hugged my B34 breasts nicely and it even slimmed me more. The top had white ruffles on the top that lined my breasts. It had a few white flowers on it. I walked out of the bathroom with my black flip flops on, seeing my father in his swim trunks. They were white with random red details that rest. I may have only been young, sixteen at the time, and so was she, but sometimes you just know. That beautiful feeling that turns inside your stomach when you first see that person across a room, or walking by. She did that to me when I saw her sat there in that cafe. My stomach felt like it was running around in circles.Her long dark hair, beautiful eyes that drew you in and captivated you, almost like you were put in a trance by her beauty. Those soft wet ruby lips, and a figure that fit her. I wrapped my legs around her waist and tried to grab the ball, but she still had it out of my reach. After a while of her teasing me…..holding it to where I could almost get it, and then yanking it out of reach….she finally passed the ball to another girl. She then put her hands on my legs and then kind of half-twisted me so that I was resting on her hip. I tried to get down, but she wouldn’t let me go. She then put her hand under my butt, and reached the other across to my waist and then.