My hands on your hips, you run your hands up your sides, over your shoulders and up through you hair, the feeling of riding me in the fresh air of the... hair loft, the smell of hay and sex is heavy in the air. I run my hands up to your tits, massaging them and playing with your hard nipples. You begin to ride me a little more, moving up and down slightly, your hips gyrating. Sometimes just move your hips forward and backward. The sensations building inside you as my cock moves in your pussy.. . Somehow we bumped heads, and laughed even harder. I put my arm around her to steady her balance, and guided her toward a mattress that had been laid out as a wrestling ring."Oh my God! Does she have no shame? She woke the dead." Laura was giddy. I nodded and agreed... She was so beautiful, and she was on a date with me! I stroked her back and soft hair. I could feel her bra snap through her sweater, and my cock swelled as she set her head on my shoulder, hand on my knee. We continued. For the big three-O, however, I was six months pregnant and laid low with sinusitis so the event passed rather more sedately than I’d ever imagined. And since then, the group has never gathered in quite the same way. Some of them will still be here today, but many are new and will be coming along with an assortment of kids, partners and baggage, which for the most part they carry by themselves but after a few glasses of wine it all gets a bit messy. The more things change, the more they stay. And, now, Heather. Our house has been filled of late with wonderful daughters.”Mrs. García smiled as she looked at Dad. “Are you trying to steal our daughters? A one-night sleepover became three nights.”“Aw, shucks. Sandy and I were hoping that you wouldn’t notice.”“Charlie,” Mrs. García replied, “of all the people that either Nira or I know, you ... and Sandy are probably the only ones with whom I’d feel comfortable stealing our daughters. While I would miss my Gracey terribly, I know that.