She turned and got on the bed, on her knees, with her big, round white ass, framed by the garters running down to her stockings, pointing at me. I was...n’t sure what she wanted, but I knew I wanted desperately to please her. So I crawled on the bed behind her and slowly lowered my face to her soft, fleshy cheeks. She gasped again when she felt my hot breath on her ass, and moaned when I ran my tongue along her musty crack. “Oh, my, you are a nasty little girl, aren’t you?” she laughed. She lay. I didn't close my robe as he rose to a sitting position. He stood, turning to stare down at my breasts and my pulsing groin. My full lips parted in disbelief at what we'd done; yet, in my frenzied state, I kept pushing it to the back of my mind. I was breathless. My hips thrust out involuntarily as my tense, wet fingers combed frantically through the thick black curls over my mound. I spread my fingers, squeezing my groin as I gazed upon his awesome body in a way I had never seen it before. I. "He blew her a kiss across the table. "Go on, Tig," he said with a teasing smile. "Complicate my life."She smiled back but then looked serious and a trifle shy. "Um ... I'm not sure how to say this but ... um ... Mum says it's my hormones."Harry nodded reassuringly."Well, I've been wanting to experiment a bit." I'm not surprised."She smiled at him gratefully and told him her views about experimenting with him and other young men and then about the evening she had flirted with Richard. She told. We get hungry at exactly the same time. We like exactly the same kinds of food. When we work together, we don’t even need to talk, and we get four times more done together than when we work alone.“Then there’s sex. How do you explain us and sex? We both had no experience, and yet we knew what to do, and did it so well together we both knew for a FACT that no one else could ever please us. We never have jealousy issues. You know you are nice looking but not movie star handsome, but you never.