Then he closed the curtains partway, but we went to the end of the bed with a line of sight from Cathy's window. John knelt down and loosened my pant..., then pulled them down. My dick was hard and ready, and left a huge lump in my underwear. He turned me so that I wasin profile to the view from the window, and slowly took down my underwear; when they got so far, my rod sprung out from the top, pointing right at John's face. He reached around back and felt my butt with one hand, and began. My balls ached like they were in a vise by the time we left the dance.We drove straight to the park. I knew about a service road that led into the park because of my part-time job with a landscaping company that had the contract for the parks district. The service road has a gate, but I copied the key one day at work, figuring it would come in handy. I figured we would be safe from police or curious park rangers as long as we stayed away from the main entrance area.I chose a small, secluded. ’ O.K. so far?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ he replied, ‘I’ve heard something like that before — but no-one has explained just what it all means.’ ‘Well, kissing and touching and licking and stroking — and at some seemingly unlikely parts of the body — by both man and woman can all help to stimulate their partner, sexually. And they say that expectation leads to greater reaction. Come, lay beside me. I can see that you are right-handed, so lay with me on your left.’ Once they were lying comfortably, she. He threw my legs over his shoulders and rapidly moved in close to my pulsing snatch. “No!” I yelled. I pinched his face with my legs. “Then say it!” “Say what?” I begged. “Say it or shut up!” he sternly demanded. He manipulated the skin mask to give his mouth room to work when I saw it, a scar along his bottom lip. Mark had told me about the scar, about the biking accident he had had as a child. For the first time since he had touched me, I thought the man about to eat my pussy was surely my.