So slowly, I entered her, pulled out, entered her again, and then thrust inside her. I felt her arms come around my waist, and she pulled me against h...r. Kristina was pulling her fingers across my bare ass, and I pushed deeper inside. She gasped.And came again.Slowly, I withdrew. She was panting and gasping. And I slid deep inside her. She watched my face, and said with a gasp, "Oh my God. You're going to cum aren't you?'I exploded inside her. It was intense. It was very intimate. I kept. "Have you got one of them?" Not yet," she said and smiled shyly at me. "What about you?" Not yet," I laughed and squeezed her hand, "But I think I might have met someone." Me too," she said softly and then just as the DJ started again with a slow one, she led me back onto the dance floor. At first we were both a little bit shy, but as I put my head next to hers, I inhaled her perfume and I couldn't resist kissing her neck."You smell like a dream, Mandy," I whispered and felt her hand on the. .We were in her bed room and have removed our cloths carefully because we were to wear them after the fucking session. She was already in her nightie which was removed by me after removing my own cloths. She was wearing black bra and panty under the nightie and was looking very beautiful and sexy as always. I removed her inner wear too and pushed her towards my naked husband. I told them to start fucking as I wanted to watch their sexual and fucking activities.She was on the sofa and my husband. As a poet, he's beautiful. In every other way, well, he's a drunk."Like her earlier recitation, she revealed little emotion. Then she laughed loud and strong, her head back, her chest naked and open. "What's funny?" I asked."He'll never believe the first boy I brought home came because of my poetry." Smiling at me, she saw me glance down to her breasts. She adjusted the collar and looked at my crotch. I had been excited since her recitation, no more so than at that moment. I don't know if my.