Coordinated arrivals led to a large orgy.

Orgy over, he stumbled to the shower.

Showering was a great feeling.

Feeling left out, she headed to the bathroom.

Feeling her soft smooth skin sent shivers down his spine. He was excited again.

Excited again by his touch, she trembled.

trembled and trembled as she remembered what had just happened

What had just happened? One moment he we was sliding into her, filling her completely .... and the next he was lighting a cigarette and saying "that was fun."

Then she remembered; she had passed out with the intense pleasure of their shared loving.......

Loving her was such a delight.

Delight served as his guide, letting him rekindle his passion, reuniting with his love, sliding, slipping, reinserting and finally finding a gentle rythm that elicited jitters.

Delight overwhelmed her when she spotted the romantic picnic he'd set up in the bedroom ...

Bedroom eyes were her outstanding feature and they melted him to a puddle of goo on the floor.

On the floor next to him was a bottle of wine ... and in his hand a glass for her ...

Her glass was filled and she sipped the wine while shyly smiling right through him, overfilling him with extreme desire.

With extreme desire he asked her if he could pet her big hairy pussy.:D:D:p

Big hairy pussy was all he could think of for days.

days passed by and all he could see when he close his eyes was a pussy, big and hairy

Hairy, big pussy was available to everyone at the party.

The party was one that could only be attended if you showed your big hairy pussy at the door.

The door opened to a party beset with Big Hairy............Men?

Men!!!!! Yay my favorite things with penises!!!

Penises parading around the buffet at the great party.

Party time is the time for me.

Time for me to slip out of these clothes ...

Clothes are the curse of the temperate climates.

Climate dictates dress or lack thereof.

Dress, or lack thereof, can dictate the pace of the evening.

Evenings of lust are hard to beat.

Beat that meat, baby!

(couldn't resist)

Baby, if it's meat you want, then you'll have lots of it!

It won't hurt ... trust me.

hehe

Me and you, kid, just me and you for the whole night. :)

Night after night of passion only fueled their need for each other.

Other than some brief exceptions, their lovemaking continued througout the weekend.

Weekend romances too often end at dawn on Monday morning.

Morning next to the one you love is a time to cherish and to feel fulfilled.

Fulfilled in every way, she drifted off to sleep with a smile.

smile and the world smiles with you

You never know when you are making a memory.