“Part your legs a little for me.” I told her. Now my hand and fingers could wander and explore her sex between her legs. I was surprised becaus... Katie was a little wet already.“Now turn around, so that I my see your spankable nice bottom.” I ordered.When she turned around, a very nice round, smooth, tight bottom greeted me. “Keep your legs parted for me.” I told her as my hands explored every inch of this naughty naked bottom. Katie stood on her tiptoes as my fingers found her sex. As I did, I noticed her breathing getting deeper, her breasts were moving rhythmically and rapidly and her nipples were even more prominent. Suddenly she did something which completely took my breath away, she brought her hand down into the stream of my pee. My instinct was to stop, but there was no way I could, I was too d***k and too desperate, there was nothing I could do but to pee on her hand. But it didn’t stop there, she brought her hand up until she was cupping me. It was the most. It didn't mean the skidder didn't have a huge grapple though and George discovered he could open it, put it down straddling the large stumps and then use the hydraulics to close on and clamp them. He could then lift against them and would end up with the front of the skidder off the ground. By rocking up and back the stumps would work at least part way out.On the smaller ones it often pulled the stump completely free, and on others it sometimes loosened them enough so using the skidder's front. And suddenly, i realized, i was pumping my hard cock in front of her. We masturbated in front of each other while the crowd of strangers cheered across the street. Their shouts and hoots echoed, drowning the sounds of traffic. Everyone on the street heard them. People in cars, or on foot, even people in the neighboring buildings now were looking out their windows, peering out of store fronts up and down the street, trying to see what the commotion was about. So many eyes were on us. Too many to.