It was quite a breezy day, but the coat was heavy enough not to flap while you waited in the bus queue. But you could feel the draft alright. Once you...were sitting down out of the wind you felt quite safe, although you were trembling slightly. But that was not because it was cold. When you registered that, you consciously started thinking about sex, on what Gerry made you do, and that didn't do a lot to calm you down. You crossed your legs and concentrated on the scenery, and it was only when. There need to be more girls like her."So," Molly said, slamming her beer on the table with the authority of a judge's gavel. "What's your biggest accomplishment in life?"I was taken aback. It was never something I had really considered. "Well, uh ... I've been driving a truck for three years without flipping it over and dying in a fiery wreck. That's a pretty major one."She laughed. Molly had this weird way of laughing where she would throw her head back, her shoulder-length brown hair whipping. The neglected housewife Heather was in close contact with Marcie’s pretty little cunt and backside now with inquisitive fingers and, in all honesty, Marcie found her attentions a source of heated satisfaction. She spread her knees silently hoping no other readers could see under the table and witnessed her carnal capitulation to the demands of her temporary supervisor. It was not much different than simply giving in to the advances of her boss, Mister Honeywell with his stiff thick cock that. Still fantasising about you and those gorgeous looking legs, I have a stiffy to end all stiffies, meaning there is only one thing I need to do. I lean against a tree, drop my shorts to free my cock which stands absolutely rigid. It feels so natural, the breeze on the naked lower half of my body. Freedom. I take myself in hand and slowly begin rubbing it, avoiding my knob head. So nice, taking my time, visualising you and your sexy legs. I wish you were here, but of course you are only in my.