Her lips pressed against mine. I was stunned for half a minute. The immediacy of the moment catching me off guard. And suddenly I was hungry. I wanted...to taste those lips again. This woman kissing me, had been the only person to ever care about me. She had once told me, in no uncertain terms, with the conviction that only a child can muster, that she would marry me one day. And now here she was, sitting in my lap kissing me.I surged forward, my lips pressing into her own. Our tongues wrestling. So she decided to walk this far and take off. She said she would meet us later at Dairy Queen.”“What about the rules?” asked Henry.“I think we can bend them a little. Don’t you?” she asked softly.“Yeah. I mean I can trust me. Just not sure I can trust you!” he laughed.She hit him in the arm and laughed with him.Henry and Cindy walked through the parking lot and onto the access trail that led to the main trail. The trails were broad and made of compacted crushed stone, making it easy to walk on. “Give me a little lick. I can't wait.” I don't move.You reach over and pull my head towards your stiff member until it presses against my lips. I resist, but, salivate unconsciously. You lean down closer and whisper again, “Don't be this way. Open up. I know you want it.” Finally, after a little more of you rubbing your pre-cum all over my lips I open my mouth and lick it. Tasting the salty pungent juices I let the head enter my lips. You push in a little and quietly groan.“That feels good.. I had stood gaping at her. I made a couple of comments in shops about her maybe looking for some more sexy underwear and encouraged her to try on a stupidly tight and short skirt - which she sensibly refused to do. The banter was building a bit, and she began to retaliate with comments about my larger breasts and more curvaceous figure. She suggested that my backside may not fit into some items and that others would result in cleavage that a man could fall into and get lost. A bit personal,.