She traced one finger over her flesh, twitching when it grazed the hard bud of her clit. Her head fell back against the pillows, the moonlight curls o... hair that covered her head flowing down around her and over the pillows to lie on the floor of the ring. Her bare breasts jiggled as she pleasured herself, her nipples growing harder until she reached up with wet fingers to pinch and twist those pale pink buds.Her breath grew short, her hips rising against the caress of her fingers, feeling two. Then his big hard cock would begin probing and rubbing her pussy lips as I got her wet. He would make me wait down there as he entered her and I continued to lick her as he thrust in and out. And he would take her doggy style, but with me underneath her. I would watch her face as he fucked her and feel her whole body moving. If I tried to kiss her he would yank her hair and make her kneel up against his upright body whilst he played with her breasts and kissed her passionately. He would then. He also had a rhythm guitar that he was tuning up. Greg told him, “We should see if Bob has a microphone that we can set up for you. Your guitar will get picked up better. What songs are you thinking of using that for?”He grinned, “I was thinking for “Duelling Banjos”. The girls have the bass part covered so well that I think it would be more fun to play this.”Greg smiled, “It’s too bad we don’t have a banjo. The problem is, even if we did I don’t know how to play one. It’s a little different. She cried as she read it. Score one for the schmuck. A little while later I bought her flowers. I bought them before meeting up with her and tried to figure out the best way to surprise her with them.I put them in my trunk in such a way that they wouldn't move and get ruined. I picked her up and we went to a park on the lake. As we were getting out of the car, I told her to look in the trunk. She was speechless. She cried and hugged me for the longest time. We walked around the park, sharing a.