Each couldn't seem to get enough of the other and both acted like it was a contest who could kiss who harder.After a few frenzied moments, she broke t...e kiss. "Peter, darling, please fuck me! Fuck me hard like the slut I am for you! I need this cock now or I will just die!" He reached down and put his hands on her ass hefting her up and carried her, reverse-piggyback, to the bedroom. Setting her down on the floor next to the bed, it then became a race to see who could get undressed first.. As the couple on-screen start kissing, I become aware that Jeff is stroking himself through his shorts even more blatantly than I am. Then, he pulls down his waistband, and out pops his willie. I almost whisper "what the fuck are you doing?" but I stifle it because I'm so worked up myself. Maybe I want to do the same. I mutter "oh what the fuck," and shift my shorts to the side so I can get my dick out too. Here we are, openly masturbating in an empty theater, as the sexiest woman and man. “And, when the girl likes what the man is doing,” she continued, pressing her nipples into the palms of his hands, “the nipples get real hard and bumpy.” Her voice was soft and breathy; her best ‘Marilyn’ imitation. She only wished she had Marilyn’s Monroe’s tits so this young boy could grab a better handful, but she only had what God gave her... ‘What Father gave me, I mean... ‘‘Birthday Boy’s’ focus changed from rubbing her breasts to caressing her hard little nipples with his fingers, his. “All right, listen up, you idiots. We get six lanes—the odd numbered ones. That means nine and ten to a lane. Lanes one, three, five, and nine will be led by Rick, Don, Joe, and Bill. Line up here so we get organized. Lane seven will be Benny the Bunny.” We all laughed. Benny was a hot miler but he couldn’t hold his speed through a whole 5k. He was our rabbit and would set the pace for our front runners off the line. “Lane eleven—way out there on the edge—Jacob leads. He’ll be running just like.