You have moved two steps before I can even react and start to run. With a squeal I dart to the other side of the table in an attempt to keep you at ba...y. We start a little dance around the table. An arm reaching across the table to grab me is easily dodged. We’re circling around table. Whenever you move I move in response in an attempt to keep you half way around the table from me. I find myself giggling and squealing with every lunge or attempt to grab me. Then you stop and a big smile comes. Looking to the side, I could see us in the mirror: My knees bent, and my feet and ankles held tight to his legs where they meet his buttocks. His beautiful bronze body pumped steadily but gently into my delicate olive-skinned body, pushing me forward with each thrust, before pulling me back into place with his hands on my shoulders. His necklace hung down and intertwined with mine. His hair hung down over my belly and chest, and I couldn't make out his face. It was a beautiful sight;. A moment of mutual masturbation between two strangers, a spark of human connection as a dying world crumbled to ash. That feeling of complete control continued as she asked him to take one step closer, then another; her illusion of control faded as he jerked his cock harder and she realized she could hold back no longer. She sprang from her lounge, grabbed her ass cheeks, displaying herself to him without fear. She thrust hungry fingers back inside her velvet folds. She played to him, a sex. I would often watch her from my bedroom window as she went about her chores, putting out the washing to dry or mowing the lawn. I would always feel aroused and lust after her shapely body. The summer when I turned 16 my parents went away for a couple of weeks leaving me at home with Chris and Tony keeping an eye upon me in case I needed any help. One day I came out into the garden and whilst Chris hung out their washing we got talking over the fence. I stood admiring Chriss shapely rear as she.