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We sat on the bench and I started to move closer and we kissed again,long and passionate.My hands started to caressing her arms,and then I got the chance to move on to her breast.mmmmmm it felt so nice,warm and firm,I could now see her nipples pressing against the cheesecloth material of her blouse. Fuck I was so hard now I was shaking as we kissed again.I thought I would try my luck further and put my hand on her knee. I had the surprise of my life when she moved it further up her thigh.I. It was half covered by her skirt and she was leaning on the table in front of me. One of my Jennie fantasies had taken over my thoughts and I lost track of the real world. My first thought was disappointment that I still have not fucked her in the ass. Then I saw her looking around at me. “Yeah, I’m fine.” The only trouble was that I was a little more than fine. My dick felt as good as I had imagined it did and I was about to cum. That is when I noticed I still had a firm grip on myself. There. Dan was practically knocked off his feet from the force of her body moulding to his. “I’ve missed you so much, Dan! I love you!” She was on the verge of a tear. Her arms enveloped him, the hem of her mini skirt rising dangerously high and she gave him a long, passionate kiss. Dan held her tall, slim body as they hugged tightly.Claudia smiled seeing her lover again and Allison looked on at this beauty passionately kissing her dad.“Claudia my love, it seemed like nine months, not nine weeks since. “I’ve missed you” I managed to gasp as I felt him tweak my nipples. I hugged him into me as I felt his tongue swirling inside my mouth and I ran my fingers up through the back of his hair. We fell backwards onto the bed and rolled over onto our sides. I began unbuttoning his shirt as he caressed my bum cheeks and then lifted my blouse up and over my head. He stood to cast his shirt off and step out of his trousers and then knelt back onto the bed to lean down and start sucking at my nipples and.
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His hand moved down to the entrance to her pussy and he inserted a finger, delighted to find her to be quite wet.A second finger also found its way inside and he began rhythmically fucking her with them. Her gentle moans let him think he could go further, and his left hand moved from her breast and skillfully undid the catch on the rear of her skirt and pulled down the zip. He swiftly removed his other hand from inside her and both hands pulled down her skirt, pants and tights leaving her naked. “Oh…” she moaned softly, her eyes half closing and her head bowing slightly. “Look at that girl on the screen,” he whispered. “Look at how he’s making that bitch cum over and over…you love that, don’t you? You’re imagining yourself like that, aren’t you?” “Yeeess,” she whimpered, her fingers rubbing harder between her legs. Her other hand brushed up over her chest, stroking her thumb over her erect nipple. “You want to cum?’ he asked. “I can’t like this…not here…” she protested, glancing.

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