"The pot calls the kettle black, you little horny masturbator, you," cried Manny, seizing his sexy girlfriend and kissing her hungrily. "Boy, did I have the hots for you last night, hearing you moan and groan and your cunt creak and secrete. You must have had the receiver right down between your legs. I heard everything. I heard you cream, do you know that?" He rubbed her sexy little knockers. "Mmmmm, I love these."

"Let me take my coat off," she said, slipping out of it. His magic hands were warming her.

His hands were better than a crackling fire. She felt the rush of passion. She embraced him, stormcoat and all. "Now it's your turn, you hot-blooded American boy, to take your coat off. It's pretty bulky and I think you have something even bulkier underneath it."

Her hand moved down to his basket and kneaded the warm mound, warm even in the cold of the woodshed.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good," he said. She helped him out of his jacket and they sank to the blankets on the floor. He lay down on top of her.

"Let's streak the headmaster's office tomorrow," he said, before placing his lips on hers and tonguing her expertly.

"Mmmmmmm," was her only answer. She parted her lips and let his warm tongue enter her mouth. She felt his tongue play over her teeth and tongue and sighed deeply. Her whole body sighed at the relief of being with her boyfriend again.

Manny's hand went down her body and over her hips. He loved the soft and undulating curves of her body. She had small tits, but a lovely ass, plus a beautiful face. She was a find.

His hand caressed her pussy, underneath her woolen slacks. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned.

"Let me see you play with yourself," he begged. "I love to watch you."

She complied. Her hand went down between her legs and she began prodding her pussy into action. "Oh, no, I did this all last night. You do it now. You're here. That's what you're for, silly." She withdrew her hand and replaced it with his own.