You can't go any further and feel the pressure of my dick at the back of your throat but you know that I won't let up and that you want to take more. ...ou concentrate hard and just when you think you can't take it you open up and my dick slides all the way down your throat till it's hilted against your face your nose pressed into my hard stomach so you can't breathe and my warm full balls pushed up against your face. Your dying for air and try to pull back a little but my hand holds you there. I had always had a desire in my mind of having sex with a girl ( who was of my age & also my girlfriend ) ( her name is Nancy ) who was living just above our floor in our apartment. She was very attractive to look with fair colour skin & bluish green colour eyes. I never had the courage to ask her to have sex with me ( one cannot ask directly because it would had embarrassed her & in anger she would have broken our relationship ) although I spend a lot of time talking with her in other matters. I place my lips over that ripe berry and stroke it with my tongue through your clothing. My hands are now stroking lower, from your lower back and over your buttocks, still just with the tips of my fingers. I move my hands in circles, covering the whole of your buttocks. Then begin to include your thighs in the gentle torture of my finger tips.You are making little whimpering sound constantly now. Pressing your body against mine, trying to force more of your breast into my mouth. The front of. There were a half dozen cars in the parking lot. I got out and walked around the pavilion. From the railing I could see a couple of men fishing in the river. There was one man sitting at a picnic table eating his lunch and reading a newspaper. And there was one older man in the pavilion smoking a cigarette. He was about 6'1 (a little taller than me), white hair cut a little longer than a crew cut, and he had dark framed glasses. He had a wedding ring so I knew he was married. I figured.