Then she started to move her hands towards my ass & she stopped her hands by grabbing my ass. As I was thrusting her pussy she was moving her hands wi...th my ass with a more passion & grab. I understood & increased my pace. I was kissing her with passion, licking her necks, earlobes, her nipples & I was sniffing her armpit aroma & it really made me more wild & I could feel that I was fucking her like an animal. She was screaming & moaning loud & was saying like “oooooooohhhhh aviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. And after some time of all this they finally decided to meet up at coffee day.In coffee day that was their first meeting and she came and sat next to him.She held his hand and sat close to him.Then she decided decided that she wants to go for a long drive on the high way.They got on to his bike and she sat close to him hugging him tightly from the back.then they stopped somewhere at a lonely place and he asked her for a his.She kissed on his cheek almost near his lips.Now he wanted to smooch. “No you’re not,” Sonya said, still with that smile in her voice, “You’re moving so that thing won’t stick into me like that.” “I’m sorry,” I said. “I told you it wasn’t a good idea for you to get in here with me.” “You don’t have to apologise. It’s only natural,” Sonya said brightly, “You’ve got a girl cuddled up to you, and your hormones took over. You can’t help it.” “But you’re, …” I started, but Sonya cut me off. “Your daughter?” she began, “No, I’m not. In fact, I’m really. The skin of a young, vital girl in the prime of life. Her eyes were slanted very slightly, and held a secret of the orient, though that trait was obviously buried far back in the roots of her family tree, and they were the deep, pure, pale blue of a clear summer sky; once again the characteristic impact of albinism. Her hair was like Brenda's; long, heavy, straight and thick, but while Brenda's was absolute black, this girl's was the purest white. White, thin, slanting eyebrows and lashes only.