Everything around me began to become unrecognizable. The room, the music, all started to disappear. I could feel the wave coming over and I grasped th... edge of the table under my legs. And I wasn’t alone. He hands on my thighs began to get tighter as his thrusts became faster and his face more focused. I waited, hoping to time myself with him. Faster and faster he began to rock as my legs began to shake. And in one swift move forward, he stopped. And I let go. Pound and pound of pleasure washed. As she walks I can see a hint of stocking top and a quick glance around indicates that I am not the only one to have spotted this, the occupants in some nearby cars can obviously see too. I flick on my headlights and she jumps a little as she is caught in the beam, it is low but enough to show her gingerly walking towards me.Half way to my car I speak again. "Stand still and take off your knickers." What!?" she asks. "Do as instructed," I insist. For a second I think that she might refuse but. ."I was dirty and sweaty. I had some old jeans and tennis shoes on, a horizontal striped top that made me look like a sleeping pregnant zebra...and six or ten or twelve or more sets of hands were on me, unbuttoning, unsnapping, sliding up, pulling down...I could smell the scented bath, all these perfume scents, marijuana,...I was being kissed all over, not super sexy kisses, but still...and massages to my shoulders and neck....somebody said "neck" and I bent my head forward and down and there. The way Buffy was moving her hips was driving Faith insane; the blonde's pert backside rubbing against the seam of Faith's pants was causing the most delicious friction. Unable to keep her hands in `safe places' any longer, she slid her hands from Buffy's hips down to her thighs before dragging them up towards her abdomen, pulling Buffy's shirt up a little way with it.Being pressed so closely to Buffy, Kennedy could feel the sensual touch between them. Her eyes met Faith's and then Buffy's,.
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