My leg moving against her. Me moving against her leg. She moving against mine.All of these actions spiralling outwards, moving faster and faster. Head...ng towards one thing. We are kissing again, arms and legs wrapped together, me holding her and her holding me. Each one comforting the other against the storm of pleasure that is building inside us. Building to a level where it has to break.I latch my arms around Ginny as hard as I can, as my orgasm hits. Given how hard she is embracing me, I. She passed by farms and fields on her way towards the Crystal Castle.Passing by one particular field, she saw an old weatherbeaten scarecrow stuck on a pole in one of the fields. She looked at it for several moments, remembering her father's scarecrow at home. This one was in a bit better shape than her father's, but not by a lot. The birds had taken a bunch of the straw out from the arms and head and he was looking a bit droopy, even for a scarecrow.Suddenly, the scarecrow turned its head to. A soft, sustained cry of ecstasy unconsciously escaped her lips and I started stroking my rock-hard dick through the fabric of my pants. She remained frozen in time, the look on her face one of gently concerned bliss, her arched back putting her tits on display and her legs locked in rapture. After she had relaxed again she laid there for some time, putting aside the dildo and covering herself with the thinnest bed sheet I owned. I thought she had dozed off when she slowly sat up looking. All the other looser guys I dated and fucked around with never measured up to him. I felt like dating was fighting a loosing battle and the ship was sinking. As time went on I grew very fond of this sweet man and our friendship. I felt a need in him that I wanted to satisfy so I decided to make his big 45th birthday something extra special. I took the day off work and invited him over for the afternoon. I was going to give him a sexual experience like he wasn’t going to get at home for his.