If anybody were to walk by the locker room, the sounds of rhythmic slapping accompanied by deep breaths and constant moaning would have been unmistaka...ble. Not only was I enjoying the opportunity to fuck Morgan, but I was also caught up in the thrill of the possibility of being caught.I had been slamming my cock into Morgan for several minutes before I was out of breath. I needed a break and Morgan decided it was her turn to take care of me. She climbed off the table and knelt down on the tile. And then I put my hand inside the shirt from stomach and felt all the way to breast and pulled the loosened bra out. And I broke the kiss and said then let’s keep this bra safe. She took it from my hand and kept aside. Now I just looked deep into eyes and gave a very wet kiss on eyes then eyes brows. Then forehead then licked her nose and rolled my tongue to her cheeks. Made my face as wet as she is still lying on me totally. She is just 56kg so I never felt her weight on me. And I saw her she. ’ ‘Please stop groveling and call me Celeste.’ CHAPTER 3 The biography of Celeste B. Bush, ‘From the Orphanage’ and published in New York by Sam Sorenson’s company of which he was now the CEO. The launch was held in the Houston Galleria where the special guests to capture media attention where Celeste and her foster parents, Alvin and Vivian Bush and Billie Summers, the biographer. It was a gala event with a big build-up and Billie was well aware her time had come. The pre-release critiques. "Turn the fuck over." he commanded.I rolled over, he grabbed my hips and pulled them up. He folded a pillow in half and put it under my waist. My upper body was flat against the bed, my arms spread out. I turned my head to the right and looked into the large mirror on the wall as Eric rammed his cock back into me. Again, he wasted no time. He put his arms on the center of my back and pushed down as he began to hammer away at my tight, 20 year old vagina.A loud slapping sound could be heard.