I slid myshoes off my feet so as to not make any noise when I crossed the hardwoodfloors. I picked up my wine and went to the fire.The figure on the r...ug gave no indication of being aware I was in theroom. A glass of wine sat on the floor. Black stockings glimmered belowthe hem of a short black velvet dress, long blond hair shimmering againstthat same blackness.I squatted down and carefully laid the gift on the floor to be openedcareful not to spill either of the glasses of wine. While the. Some of my students were twice my 24 years old, each clad in their workout clothes. Shirley had her fuzzy headband on, and Rob must have forgotten his gym socks. Black argyle socks climbed up his calves, visible between the Cycle shoes and his athletic shorts. I smiled and greeted them all by name, already perched atop my spin bike. I had to lower the seat and adjust the handlebars quite a bit to fit my petite frame, but now I was able to pedal smoothly. My feet, clipped securely on to the. Neither of them could hack any wood down, so Mac had purchased a bunch when they'd first arrived. He unpacked and put the food away before looking for Jet. Sure enough, Jethro was snuggled up in bed where Mac had left him."Hey, Gibbs. Got food, a couple more blankets, some books for me. How is your carving going?" Jethro had been carving the Marine symbol for Mac's folks. The shapeless lump of wood they'd found had taken on depth and Mac knew Jet was damn good at this, even one handed."Want. My arms and legs had to keep a solid base for me riding. Even a mirror at the side of us would have been good. I would love to see his face. I would love to see where he was looking. I imagine he was watching his cock disappear and reappear from my ass. I had been riding my man for about 6 minutes when I could feel him to start to thrust his hips up. I was riding at a good pace. My bum cheeks started to slap Dave's thighs! I love the sound of a good thigh slap so started to emphasise the.