I hugged her and dragged her back down on the bed in my embrace kissing her. We made out for quite a while as the lust died down a bit and we just lai...d next to each other. It was getting late and I knew we should probably get too bed. I kissed her one more time a got out of bed. And was about to get her chair when her hand grabbed mine. She yanked me back to the bed. Curious as to why, I put in no resistance and let her pull me back. “Whats up?” I ask. She looked a me for a while her face again. And of course George was loving fucking the pretty little 13-year-old with the seemingly insatiable appetite for sex in general and cock in particular. And that was why he was gentle with her. Apart from the fact that his naturally placid nature, except where creeps like McKenna was concerned, wouldn't allow him to hurt anyone he was always gentle because then they always came back, always wanted more of his 11-inch cock.Tina Rowell couldn't see the look of pleasure written across her. After what seemed like an age the lad heard people approaching oncemore and picked up on their conversation as he heard the Welsh womansay, "...pretty redhead, that, a bit on the plump side but she'll do.Now let's have a look at the other one."Sam felt hands roughly grab hold of his ankles and pull him feet-firstalong the smooth floor: the paper he'd been lying in rustled.There was a groan. "You fucking idiot, Ron!" yelled the woman. "It'sa fucking bloke! Can't you tell a lad from a girl?". The moan from your lips induced from the discovery of my wetness causes a smile and then from nowhere I get this urge to giggle. I suppress it and begin to lose myself in the rhythm that is our bodies meeting in the most intimate of ways. The sound of sopping flesh meeting solid flesh eggs me on. My full breasts bounce around sporadically seemingly amused by the whole thing. What I’m really thinking now is that I need to be taken. I need to be savagely taken until I can’t keep up, until we lose.