The night that it happened I wanted it to be special for her, sounds corny I'm sure. I tried to be as romantic as possible, candle light, going slow, ...stuff like that. In reality we started on a blow up mattress and ended in the living room. I had carefully set up a few candles around the mattress, had some soft playing music on, we were laying down and making out a lot, looking into each other's eyes, I started by kissing her neck and moving down. I took off her shirt and kissed her shoulders. I wrapped my arm around her and she sighed contentedly.Jackie and Petra looked at us and wanted to know how we met. So as they snacked on the food, Zoe gave them a quick synopsis on how we met. While she was talking, I took the opportunity to have a look at the bikes.I’d ridden a few bikes when I was much younger but nothing as powerful as these. I was sort of thinking it might be nice to own one. Zoe saw the gleam in my eyes and turned to Jackie and Petra.“What’s the betting he’s the proud. They used to tell scary stories.“When we were kids we were so scared at night, we didn’t look around, we just hid under the blanket and didn’t move a muscle.“I remember my parents telling me the worst thing that can happen is to hear the call of an owl because that was a sign that someone would die, unless you found that bird and killed it before it killed you.“But I learned that what is true in the southeast is not true in the Kimberley. When owl wings its way into your life, you have the. ’ I pushed the remaining six inches straight in, feeling her pussy straining to take it all in. Fuck, she felt tight! I started to pump into her, oblivious to her needs now, just needing that release. Brenda’s tits flapped as I thrust into her, her arms wrapped around my neck. I lifted her legs, and looked down at my shaved cock slamming into her ashen thatch. I could feel her juices flowing, glad of my choice of leather seats. She leant back, her head on the centre console, as I bucked into.