“Hard, bang me hard! Shit,” she cried as I slowly withdrew. I wanted her to explode, but at my pace. With slow deliberate strokes I impaled her ag...ain and again, making her feel each inch of me sliding in and out of her. The bed bounced beneath our colliding bodies. My thumb came to rest on her hood and I used it to work back and forth across her clit, one time, stroke for stroke with my cock. “Faster God damn it! I'll never…” She grunted and then repeated herself as though she forgot she. She places it by her side. Obviously knowing that a t-shirt to the crowd is a tee that’s never found. No-one likes to walk home topless. Not even exhibitionists.Gyrating slowly, she appears to sparkle in the lights, body glitter or something, a delicate navel piercing, it’s different and somehow mesmerizing...Trousers inched lower, those in the cheap seats can appreciate from behind, then again, sparkling detail of a diamante thong. Rising suggestively she inches them off never-ending smooth. She was in her early twenties, I guessed. Under the make-up it was difficult to be precise. She had blonde-streaked hair that fell below her shoulders, blue eyes, good cheekbones, pointed chin and a small mouth with full lips. If she hadn't looked so bored, she'd have been very attractive. Her hands were small and delicate, as were her feet. From what I could see of her legs, they looked slender and shapely."Okay, folks," Dave called. "Let's do a run-through. Pete, you wait over there and, at. She let him explore her breasts as they were a new special treat for him but stopped him going any further. All too soon they were back at her home. They got out and he held her in his arms for a last kiss while she squeezed his cock to reassure him of her interest.After that they met more and more often and they finally got a night free when Joanne’s mom agreed to have the k**s for the weekend. Steve picked up Joanne from her home and took her to his apartment. They spent the whole time.