So it wasn't romantic nonsense. It could be oh so real.We eagerly soaped each other’s ample curves. I sucked her tits while kneading her ass. She gi...gled a little then moaned with pleasure. We stroked each other’s pussies, regarding one another like hungry animals. Somehow we dried off and made our way to the bed. I lay down like a virgin bride; she slid on top of me, offering her crotch to me as she dove into my center, passionately licking. We stayed locked in that 69 a long time. I never. Tim hooked one hand on the banister, swinging himself around to the final flight of stair. His partner’s hand grabbed his harness, using his momentum to catapult up several steps ahead. He shifted his gear and two free hands gripped and pulled each other along. ‘Nine, ten, eleven… With one last lunge they dove through the doorway to the top. The voice cut off with a loud yell of ‘Two minutes, thirteen!’ and the waiting firefighters mobbed them. As hands pounded him on the back and relieved him. She let out moans and soft "fucks" or " oh god" every time she bit her lips she looked sexy and it made me fuck her more intently more passionate! Every Time she gasped for air or gripped me tight I got harder. I thrust hard and forward! seeking for her scratches to get deeper and her moans to get louder. then she have twitch and a let out a breath on my chest a she leaned her head in I could feel her juices soak my cock like her mouth did with saliva. I had the choice to finish and end this,. I sat there for a few minutes thinking and the more I thought the more a mental picture came into my head of the woman I had just been speaking too, In my mind's eye I saw her as being late fifties, buxom and almost matronly in appearance. My mind kept going back to the same sex question and I began to recall how as a sixteen year old; A clearly gay friend of mine had invited me over to look at his model railway layout knowing it was also an interest of mine.He had led me to believe his mother.