‘Uso, this is insane!’ Miranda cried out. ‘No, I’m not kidding and after last night, are you sure you want to label this moment as ‘insane�...�?’ Miranda thought about it and then slid her panties off her body: exposing her small tuft of black curls and beyond that the outer folds of her sex, pulsing with need. Sam swallowed hard, she was starting to squirm too, ‘An-and your shirt too,’ she said, her tongue feeling thick in her mouth. Miranda grabbed the collar of her pink t-shirt and pulled it up. He gripped them hard, using them as leverage to pull her back into him as he thrust forward again and again, driving his cock as deeply into her as it would go with each stroke. “Oh... Yes! Oh… my… God!” she cried with each stroke, “Going to… cum…. aahhh!” she cried as she came, harder than ever. He continued thrusting in and out of her pussy as she came, and all she could do was grip the bed sheets in her fists and grip his cock with her pussy as he pounded her. “Now,” he cried, feeling his. “Actually, that just might work, and bold choice of words from a virgin,” she said giving a bit of a chuckle, that caused her boobs to give a slight bounce in the white tank top, which was obvious that she was not wearing a bra.“I maybe a virgin, but I am by no means shy when it comes to talking about sexual situations.” At that time the song “The Final Countdown” started playing, signaling that service was about to start. “All right, you go to the restrooms and listen. When the song ends wait. I must have fallen asleep because I awoke with a start. Melissa was sitting on the edge of the bed, stark naked. Her breasts were heavy as she leant a little forward when my eyes opened.“You look sweet when you're asleep,” she said.“Really,” I replied. “Melissa I don’t think this is the place for you to be right now.”“I do,” she replied.“How do they look? A bit empty without hands around them, don’t you think?”Melissa wiggled her voluptuous breasts from side to side. She stood up and crawled.