She could almost feel it slide in her now more than ready sexual cavity. She had to have him inside her. She yearned for it. Her pussy wanted it even ...more than she did. So Claire stood, smiled sensually, and slowly moved her hands down her hot naked body, and then began walking towards him.Claire’s nakedness was highlighted erotically by the morning sun now beaming down onto the green and delicately onto her. Her feet sunk into the sprinkler soaked green blades, a softness she felt under her. Unlike regional competition where all class of competitors compete, in the Olympics each competitor must be hold a black belt certificate from the Kukkiwan. Bret had never been tested for a belt as such. Luckily Mike Miyagi was present and had his sensei credentials. With a local dojo supplying the forms, Mike filled out the certificate for Bret's black belt. After that minor hiccup, the tournament proceeded. In Bret's fourth match, he fought a fighter, David Fong, who was his equal. After. I didn't know and I didn't care. What I did know was that I was as horny as hell still.I was lying on top of her, taking most of my weight on my elbows like a man would, simply to let her get her breath back. But I was so aware of my skin on hers, my body resting on her body and feeling wonderful, and I couldn't resist squirming around to get the most intimate feel I could get, rubbing myself on her, feeling her nipples hard under the soft fleshy tissue of my breasts, my own nipples, engorged. “Your Highness,” Maksim intoned almost with a straight face. “Go to Hell,” Balior snapped. At this, Maksim burst into a hearty laugh and clapped the prince on the back. “Oh, come now, Balior! Why so solemn? You begin the search for your female this day.” He gave the prince another once over and pretended to wipe away a proud tear. “And how magnanimous she’ll find you in your princely new clothes!” “Straight to Hell,” Balior grumbled which only brought more deep chuckles from Maksim and a few.