I didn’t need those boring things any longer. I ripped the tags off my new jean skirt then pulled it up my legs. I shuddered as the denim rasped aga...nst my thighs. My pussy felt so excited, the air kissing my shaved lips. I slid the jean skirt up and up over my rump.It rode low my hips, just covering the waistband of my panties. If was tight, almost digging into my flesh. I shuddered, loving how short it was. If I bent over, boys would get a little peek at my panties. Would they notice there. She got so excited she came on my condom covered rod, she has only cum on my cock a couple of times since we have been together, she usually requires oral activities to make her have an orgasm. Later that afternoon she asked me if I was really serious about her bringing home a strange cock. I told her I was and she said she would think about it. She went to the bar that night with her girlfriend and I heard her stagger in about 3am. She came up the stairs and into the bedroom where I had fallen. But anything would be better than looking like she had peed herself.Her thoughts had of course been drifting in all kinds of directions as she sat on the hard benches, watching the service, and she had discovered that by rubbing her thighs together and working the muscles in her abdomen, she would be able to receive pleasure without anyone noticing. She'd known however that having an orgasm would be out of the question. So the frustration had been killing her when the services were over, and. "uhhhh yes abbey!" i whispered then I nudged her out of my lap and abbey lay down on her back on the grass in the bushes. "spread your legs" i whispered into her ear i got on top of her reached down and pressed my dick against her pussy lips and slowly entered her abbey looked up at me she kissed me and i kissed her on her neck and licked her nipples. "ohh abbey ohhh abigail!" I gasped i pinned her to the ground and held her legs up in the air just plankin away in her pussy. "you like it.