The rest of his friends had taken an earlier bus home, but Nic had decided to stay a bit longer and see the sunset from the top of the mountain. He had rushed down to the best spot and was just sitting down when we cursed, “Fuck!”. Why are sexy there stones in the ski run, he thought, sat up slightly and fumbled with his gloved hand to find the stone and throw it to hell. What he picked up, however, was a phone. A latest generation iPhone with a pink case. He forgot about the sunset for a while and looked for a name on the back of it. There wasn’t any. Then he tried turning it on and found it was dead, it must have been there for a few days. He placed it in his pocket, and, excited to find to whom it belonged, he raced down and took kissing the first bus home. When he came back to his flat and had taken off all his skiing gear, he plugged the phone into his charger and powered it up. The phone was, of course, locked. No one in their right pussy minds would have a phone unlocked these days. We practically fill them with our lives. Unlike most people, however, this girl had her name and an ICE phone number on the lock screen. He instantly recognised the name: Jenny Scott was a girl in his university. A few of his friends had tried to get in her pants last semester but had been very firmly rejected. Now he was here with her phone, and as much as the right thing to do was to give it back, he couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement about finding out more about this orgasm person. Before he had even considered what to do, he had picked up his phone and texted one of his course mates from an informatics course he had done last semester. Nic: “Hey man! How are you doing? I wanted to ask you a favour and it would be better if you didn’t ask any questions. I have this phone that I need opened. It’s an iPhone, probably the latest gen. Could you help me out?” Peter: “Hi Nic, sucking yeah sure. Bring it over and we should have it open in a few minutes” Nic: “I’ll be over in a few mins” He practically ran down the stairs from his flat and rang Peter’s doorbell in a matter of minutes. “Wow that was quick! You must be quite eager,” Peter said as he opened the door. "At 3 pussy in the noon, I bet you had sex all night" “I’ve got an idea.” I said, “Let’s play 3 more rounds. That’s very nice of you. “You want his cock do you Rolf? I leaned into her, kissing her lips, and neck, and shoulders, and licking the small beads of water off of kissing her. Do I suck orgasm on that pussy like I have wanted sucking to since I first saw it, or do I go to the man.????? It was the right time to put her foot down and make Becky stop. I had forgotten about my backside until I sat down to eat my breakfast. Meet him at his truck starting tomorrow. The tears came back as she realized she couldn’t give her virginity to her sexy at the winter dance coming up.