It's you. The shape of your ass, the comfort that I feel with my stiff prick nestled between its cheeks, the sexuality that oozes from you. All it tak...s during our workday is one look from you and I melt. My dick starts to respond and all my thoughts go to your naked body and the things I want to do to it.My semi-erect penis slips easily into the warm crevice of your backside. I reach over you and cup a naked breast. You stir slightly at my touch. I rub the nipple with the palm of my hand. Even. Sometimes the village virgin was thrown into a roaring volcano to calm the volcano god or goddess. Sometimes her life was forfeited to assure a plentiful harvest and sometimes... it was her virginity which was offered upon an altar to appease a wrathful god and win favor for her village."She turned slowly in addressing the crowd which seemed entranced with her words.As she spoke, she slowly loosed the sash and the robe slipped from her shoulders. Kristy stood in a provocative string bikini bra. Looking back now I wondered what would have happened if he had been a Paedophile. Would he have touched me through the silky pink nylon, inappropriately? But he wasn't, he was a very kind man, and he left me alone. I don't know if he told my Mum, maybe not as I was not punished or spoken to. Perhaps my Mum had looked for the pink French knickers, not found them and sent Arthur to find me to confirm her suspicions that I was the secret knicker wearer? Unlikely but just maybe, nothing was ever. It was smooth. Shaven flawlessly. I pressed into her calf and rose slightly to kiss her knee. With only a little more height I was able to lick and nibble her inner thigh. It’s very quiet out of time. Her soft moans echoed loudly in the silent arena. There was no chatter, no rustling, not even the sound of the wind, to muffle her. The cry she let out when I first put my mouth over the crotch of those green panties surprised me so much that I flinched back. She proved just how into it she was,.