He felt her slamming back against him. It was Jason. XXX Jason was in a polo shirt, and jeans. How long they lay there, they never knew. But she was no match for the dark eyed young man. Jason began a slow, steady rythem, rocking the bed. She lay down on the bed, and Jason began a line of kisses from her neck, down her abdomen, to her mound. Easing himself in, inch by inch, until all eight and a half inches were buried up the hilt in that sweet little snatch. She dropped her cigarette and kicked off her high heels. He felt her slamming back against him. He took the length of the room in a bound.
