Insane might describe it perfectly. I can feel his warmth through the thin wet cotton of my shirt. My breasts are pressed into Billy’s shirtless, ha...rless chest. His hands leave my face and wander down to my hips. We continue to kiss and I reach up and hug him closer. He may be skinny, but there is an unexpected power to his build that I can feel beneath his skin. His hands move down to my ass, and I can feel him exploring my body. Another crash of thunder and I whimper and shrink. Billy pulls. ‘The thought of you withsomeone else’s cock inside you is… is… just…Quick lets go to bed. Now! Hurry please.’‘No. Do it to me here, bend me over the table and fuckme hard, right here in the kitchen.’ She pulled awayfrom me and stood facing the table. I came up behindher, grabbed her by the back of her neck and forcedher, face down on the table. I raised her mini skirt toreveal her beautiful little white bum but her thighswere red and wet, cum was. After a moment I realized that the women who were dressing to cover up weren’t dressing to show whom they were, but to show whom they were not. They were not showing the feminine shape of their bodies. They were not trying to catch a high-CAP-score male’s eye. Yet those girls dressed for pick-up seemed, I don’t know ... tawdry. Months spent in the presence of genetically body-sculptured spectacular women casually walking around nude had given me a pretty discerning eye for the female form. The. I sat in my van smoking for 30 minutes or so as more cars started pulling in. I took the plunge got out and started to explore. I'd been walking down one of the forest trails for about ten minutes before I'd seen a few men at a distance then I came across my first experience, there were two men just off the trail at a distance of a 100 metres or so, I didn't know what they where doing so I edged closer and it became obvious that they were playing with each other, they'd seen me but carried on,.