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She was moving faster and Mr Whitaker was moving a bit as well. Lara’s face had gone a bit funny, as though she wasn’t concentrating on where she was but on something that was somewhere else entirely.Her gasping got a bit louder, then she groaned as well and went all stiff, for quite a few seconds; then she sagged down onto Mr Whitaker and lay on him while he stroked her back and ass. John realised it had been an orgasm. Also he realised that her ass was smooth and pert and sexy.His hardon was uncomfortable in his shorts, it was bent over somehow. He rolled onto his side and undid his shorts so he could rearrange it.But he found that when he touched it, it felt good. Really good. He didn’t want to stop.He pulled his briefs down a bit so he could curl his fingers round it, and gave it a little squeeze. It was hard not to gasp out loud. He looked critically at it: it was bigger than it used to be, but a lot smaller than Mr Whitaker’s! Still, it was the same shape at least,. We took an auto and went to her apartment which she was renting at that time. Since it was she wasn’t feeling well she asked me to wait at her place for a little time. Wow I said to myself as she made bedding ready for two and left to take a shower.She returned with wearing just a tank top and I know right away that ere was no panty as I saw her jeans hot pant getting stuck in her bum crack. Man what a figure 34, 28, 36 a perfect apple bottom ass a desire to fuck her right away came to me but since I was a shy guy and didn’t want to start right away by leaving a wrong impression I decided to carry on and see how far she will go.Each time I said it’s getting late and its time I leave as I stay far off she would start complaining about her headache until one point in the dead of the night she asked me. “Sam can I kiss you” well no more mister nice guy for me I guess I sprang on her like a hungry lion wanting to do to many things at one time (ha ha ha ha ) trying my hand to get her bra.
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