If someone wanted to look up my dress, well, so be it! Just for now I would luxuriate in the heat of the great golden Australian sun on my pale Englis... thighs. In fact, I thought, it would be rather nice to have a man’s eyes, and hands for that matter, on my thighs. Or better still, my pants …in them, that is. Mmm, lovely thought! I stretched out, resting on the grass, and thinking now how nice it would be to have a man touching me, sliding my pants down and putting his hand between my. “I can call my parents and they’ll come get me.” Southward we rolled along Interstate 95 in Maine. Past the sweet smelling Burnham & Morrill baked beans plant in Portland and the stinking paper mill town of Westbrooke. We passed Ogunquit and Saco. The dad and I talked baseball, politics, and since we were New Englanders we got around to everyone’s favorite subject, the weather. We crossed into New Hampshire and circumnavigated the traffic circles of Portsmouth. Still I was having no luck. You have not made me do anything that I didn’t want to do…and I too cry, but they are not tears of pain, they are the tears of joy, to me this is but a dream…. to finally have you near me. To be able to touch you with the love that I have felt for you all these years, to unleash the desire that I have held within my heart for you, for so long, to finally be able to express in reality what I have only been able to dream of. The true powerful unbridled love that only two people that really love. "Hmm, that's nice. Do that again," she asked.I have always had pretty good cock control, so I more or less wiggled it around inside her, sending out signals to 'dance' as I had previously thought of it. Making my cock lurch, bounce and throb hard enough for her to feel it inside without actually moving."That's hot," she literally purred, only then slowly beginning to move herself up and down my shaft, the fullness of her breasts so erotically jiggling, bouncing a bit as she did so. My hands.