At the bottom, the path opens out to a large grass park, very wide, with a baseball patch in a corner but otherwise flat and without details or hiding...places. There were high-rise buildings all around up above the trees, but in the dark little must have been visible to them. Of course, if someone wanted to use a night scope, we were totally visible.Without any ceremony or warning I lifted her dress straight off up over her head, leaving her naked except for her shoes. I dropped the dress in the. I went up and went to bed. When I woke up at six o'clock the next morning, Joyce was in bed with me, sleeping. I got out of bed and went and showered, getting ready for my final day of school before the weekend. My back felt well enough that I didn't put any ointment on it. I did my arms though, because I could reach them myself. When I came out of the bathroom, Joyce was sitting up in bed."I'm sorry, Kenny. I shouldn't have told her about your scratches, but, when I started crying, right after. With a frantic pounce, Marcie all but lept over the sofa to grab the creature before it could catch his senses and disappear again. With a cry of savage triumph, she grabbed and firmly secured her prize, and Cupid, the mighty hunter of love, had been, himself, captured and was now entirely at the mercy of two young nubile and extremely sexually frustrated young ladies!"Stop! Stop! And let me go you ruffians ... you feminine mashators! Let me go at once!" Cupid sputtered, his head still a little. You comply, letting the cool surface of the counter touch your ass. I use my hands to spread your legs, opening you to me. My fingers trace up your legs from your ankles, over your knees, across your thighs, to your hips. They linger there on your lower belly, waiting. They slide down to your pussy, touching and probing. You’re hot and wet against my fingers. Your scent wafts up to my nose, adding to my excitement. I part your lips with my thumbs, exposing your clit to the air. I move my face.