We met Sasha’s friend Naomi outside her house, and went to Matalan.
We stayed there for about two hours, but what stuck in my mind was when I was trying out a pair of jeans, and Sasha slipped into my cubicle. Amateur porn She then woke up, smiled groggily up at me, and leant over to kiss me. This went on for only about three minutes, though it felt like longer. Anyway, we said yes, and got dressed, me in my usual jeans and anything from my T-shirt drawer, and Sasha, who as a girl is infinitely more picky, wore a pink tank-top and a sports-style bra, with translucent yellow panties and dark blue flared jeans. “Oh my god Damie, this feels so great!!” she moaned, bucking on my hips like a maddened bronco. I only realised what it was when I was fully conscious: it was Sasha sucking me off really slowly, driving me absolutely crazy.
