As she pumped, her hair fell on his bare skin making it tingle. She pulled out and stroked his cock with her hand. She wrapped her mouth around the si...e of his dick and licked. She looked up at him. He gave her a little nod. She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. Her told her to stand up. She got to her feet and stood between his legs. She was still wearing her sweater and panties. He sat up and grabbed her hips. Her sweater was tight and there was skin exposed between he sweater and. We made small talk for a fewminutes before the DJ started. We kept trying to converse, but the musicwas too loud. It was at least two songs before Bob nodded to me as toask if I would like to go out to the "enclosed" ouside lounge/smokingarea to talk more. I gladly accepted and held out my hand for him tohelp me off of the stool and to lead the way. Meghan saw where I washeaded and decided to take Mark out to the dance floor for some bump andgrind.When Bob and I got outside, the lounge was not. I slide down onto his hardness and didnt hold anything back. I rode his cock harder than I think I every have, trembled with one orgasm right after the other until he finally flooded my hungry pussy with his cum. I cant ever remember a time that I needed to feel him cum inside of me like I did that day. He didnt ask a single question until we were finished either, but the first thing out of his mouth afterwards was what in the hell is up with you? At first I told him nothing, I just needed you. . . She sees boots on the ground, moving around, moving . . . . . . She feels her disembodied self rising in the air, but she feels strong arms under and around her, lifting her, she smells sweat and sage, and then she is swinging through the air. There is nothing left to feel, she thinks. She senses a man, feels his shoulder against her face, and she can hear the hurried beat of the hooves as the horse makes it way down the mountain. She thinks she feels cold, but isn’t sure, and suddenly it.