Her tongue was darting, searching hungrily. Her hands were running all over the back of my head. I was propped on one elbow so as not to crush her, my other hand on autopilot running up and down the side of her torso. Then my hand moved inwards, searching out her breast. She froze, our lips still locked together. She pulled our lips apart but didn’t let go of my head. Our foreheads pressed together, she panted sexily and said “we’d better take this inside”. I oriental followed her in. She kicked off her plimsolls and, grabbing my hand, dragged me straight and upstairs. It was obviously her bedroom. She pushed me inwards and followed, pressing her back to close the door and holding it shut like she was trapping me inside. “I haven’t done this kind of thing before” she said coyly, sounding suddenly nervous and vulnerable. “Me neither”. My heart was pounding. I lent back in and kissed her urgently on the mouth, trying to make her feel not think, scared that she might be having second thoughts. We were pressed stockings so close together I could hard fuck feel her heart racing as, eyes closed, she responded aggressively, her hand working rabidly to unbuckle my belt. I pulled her shorts and knickers down together and she kicked them off without breaking the kiss. She spun us both around, gripping me tightly, so her back was to the bed. She started stumbling backwards, pulling me out of the trousers around my ankles, dragged me with her towards the bed. She tugged up my t-shirt and I pulled up her sweater just as her bottom reached the edge of the bed and she sat down. We were naked and we were in her bedroom and I was standing over her, standing between her spread legs, her hairy pussy agape. Her legs and shoulders so brown, her breasts tummy and hips so white, the hair of her pussy so dark and glistening, the gash of bright red nestling invitingly in the middle of it. I didn’t have time to look at her, no time to take in the view. Our lips locked again in a big long kiss, our jaws munching like no tomorrow. My hands ran up her sides and cupped the breasts I couldn’t see. She started to fall backwards onto the bed dragging me with her, dragging on my cock and lining it up with her pussy as she japanese went. I was now right on top of her as her little hand pointed my cock straight into her pussy. She hairy pussy tugged it urgently. I pushed. My hips bucked. I slid right in. It was so wet and warm and welcoming. She screamed into my mouth but kept on holding the kiss. I knelt beside the foot rest and started to grab and slap her bouncing boobs. “Oh, your pussy is yummy!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. Beside us was Momo, pleasuring herself as she waited for her turn. Her other was coated in pussy juices. “Now store those details in your memory then go and put them on the canvas Nigel.” Mr. hairy pussy Johnstone said. She stockings had hurried past Ian’s desk outside. Turning towards me, her face slightly red from scrubbing at it, she pulled hard fuck my hand towards her slick oriental pussy. I wonder what it tastes like. Where in the hell are you, you pathetic son of a bitch! japanese Meanwhile at the restroom, after a short wait in a line of about 3 other people, Tom and Janelle stepped into the grungy rest stop bathroom.