Still chatting but I can feel her full attention on me. We are close. My arm & hand is against the doorframe. She pushs back against me again and I sl...de my hand over her side and down towards her arse. Gently cupping and caressing as I move my hand over her, I feel her tense under me. I shift and move away moving further across the room. No one has observed us. It seems miraculous given the heat I can feel from her gaze and the discomfort of my very hard cock.She is looking for me now. Her. “Yes, Emmy, although I have a rather cold crotch!” I jest, highlighting the cooling breeze on the front of my damp jeans. “Well, I look forward to thawing you out when we get back to yours!” Emmy says enthusiastically. “Have we come the right way?” she asks. “Yes, I just wanted to come back the secluded route as I wanted to minimise the chance of anyone seeing my damp crotch!” I say as we turn the corner and head across the park. “Oh, Humph! That is nothing honey, ha! No-one can see that,” she. He, meanwhile, lay shivering with fear in the basement playroom, still sucking at Karen's discarded skirt, completely unaware of what was going on upstairs, yet not deflated; the traces of her pussy still remaining in the fabric had been enough to keep his massive erection from flagging. So, when his mother strode in, whipping her wraparound skirt from her hips, she found him still more or less the way she'd left him, which suited her just fine. The thought of the future that lay ahead for her. Then I put the brush away, for now, and return to your manhood with my mouth. Then I start to slowly lick, back and forth and up and down. From the tip all the way to the origin below your belly button. Running my tongue all along the underside and then all the way back up as I start to take you into my mouth. Slowly at first, just sucking on the tip and making circles around it as I nibble gently. Then taking you into my mouth as you put your hands on the back of my head to aid in the rhythm..