I squirted a little, she was so happy. As I was coming down from my cum, she pulled out her finger from my ass. I started to orgasm all over again. I ...ay on the bench of the locker room as Marcy cleaned me. I was limp and exhausted. She patted my clit, making me jerk, as she stood. She put her skirt back on, and pulled on her blouse. I watched her dazed. No woman had ever made me cum as hard. She licked her lips, giving me one last look, as she clacked away. I stayed still, on the bench, for a. I feel myself dripping down my leg and I am still extremely horny. I told myself I would not get involved with him. I don't just go around screwing men I just met, let alone one who was masturbating in the middle of the woods. But something about him just got me all hot and bothered. I can still see the towel pitching a lovely tent over his cock and I inadvertently licked my lips. "Well if you promise you're not going to tell, then I will go now." He reached down to grab his shorts when I told. But secretly wanting her to notice. At the worst possible time she wants to go to the bathroom. I know that when I stand up I am going to have to adjust my big boner so I tell her to let me finish my drink really quick hoping it will go limp alittle. It does so we continue to the bathroom the whole time she is wanting to hold my hand. I walk her to the bathroom and she takes forever to depart to go in, thinking that I was going to leave her. So she stumbles back out smilling at me very. And my dream is always to share each other orally before the big finish which for me is the very most intimate thing one lover can do to another. Anyway there I was pushing my finger between her crotch to see is she had one. A quinny I mean, that is just what wanted. A nice soft warm and moist quinny to settle my ardor. I thought she was sl**ping but then, ‘What are you doing ‘? she had such a nice sweet voice and seeing her deep blue eyes looking down at me and those stunning blonde curls made.