I was transfixed- call it weird or whatever you want, but two people fucking is the most natural thing in the world to me and I will always love it.He... commented on how her panties were "fucking soaking!" and then, for some reason I'm still not sure of, sort of shot them up the stairs towards me (if that makes sense?). They landed a few steps from the top, and I could see just how wet they were from where I was stood.Pete went to town eating my mum out, telling her how he fucking loves it when. In short, it was hugely erotic. I still just have to think of kissing him and I am hugely turned on. I was so consumed by his kisses that I don’t know how long it took for me to realise that his other hand was on my knee, travelling slowly up my thigh, giving me ample time to give him signals if I didn’t want him there. But I so did! I opened my legs for his questing hand, inviting him in with body language because my mouth was too busy and my brain too fuzzy to say the words. He has his own. "Other stuff," he said again. "What other stuff," he asked?Susan grimaced as if she hoped that question wouldn't be asked. "Well, some paint got spilled when he broke his leg and he thinks it is entirely my fault."She sounds a little defensive Bill thought. Maybe she sounded more than a little defensive. Bill had a moment of insight and asked, "Was it green paint?"Susan nodded miserably. "Yes," she said in a small, defeated voice."Wow," Bill said looking at Susan's back and slumped shoulders.. Not too many cars today. Good, maybe we won’t be too crazy. Although it is kinda nice when we get crazy busy, my mind can’t wander as much. I slide out of the car. My uniform skirt got caught on the seat belt and pulled way up my legs. I sit there for a minute struggling with it as my legs were out there. I feel the bright sun on my thighs. It feels good. I unhook the skirt and stand up. A man is sitting on a motorcycle and staring at me. He is smiling.“Nice legs, sweetie.” He said.I.