After about half an hour or so I detected he was becoming aroused and as I stroked his stiffening cock he kissed me and started to finger my pussy aga...in. After a few minutes of petting he carefully laid me on my back. I closed my eyes, put my arms above my head and spread my legs as wide as I could. I enjoyed the feeling of his tongue licking my clit before sensing the tip of his cock pressing against my vulva and probing for a way into my warm juicy vagina. Gently, ever so gently he started. Then she blew me away by telling me that the last time they'd done this was about a year ago when they went to a university reunion ball and shared a hotel room together. I started stroking my cock and asked her to tell me what had happened. They had checked into the hotel together and on reaching the room both noticed the double bed they would be sharing. Olivia had a fit of the giggles and said to Mrs O that it would be just like old times which they both laughed off.The ball finished around. “You want to fuck me do it?” I challenge him, his eyes got darker, and right now, he wanted to fuck me. I smiled at the fact that he wanted me.“I’m going to fuck you so many ways.” Then he kisses me with the most powerful kiss I ever had. I was uncontrollable it had raw emotion his hands was moving the thin underwear off.“You sure about this?” He said pulling his mouth away from mines with his heavy ragged breath. I noticed for the first time it was as if we were both holding our breath.“Yes.”. And they'd strayed, randomly as thoughts will, to the motivation that might lie behind the attempted sabotage of their mission.Hatred and fear, her thinking continued, fear and hatred. Are they so different, I wonder. Or are they merely different manifestations of the same thing? Is hatred spawned by fear, or fear by hatred? Or do they arise simultaneously and feed off each other? Am I simply asking which came first, the chicken or the egg?And how is it that either of those destructive.