“Oh God, Kathryn”, he gasped, “I can’t help what I feel about you”. Miss Ford’s cheeks were flushed, and her hands were trembling slightly...as she looked at him with a smile. “You don’t need to tell me how you feel” she said, “I can feel it for myself”, and she let her hand brush over his erection, making him draw in his breath sharply with pleasure. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time” he said, and began to undo the top button on her blouse. For a moment, she tried to stop him. “Oh, Jim”,. He moved away and down to my feet. I was a little disappointed, since I lost my view. I had started to get a little turned on by thinking about his potentially big cock. I had never had a truly huge cock, but I had always wanted to feel one in my pussy.Larry worked up my calf muscles and got to my thighs. I spread my legs open so he could get to my inner thighs. I was so relaxed that I did not think about that I was exposing my naked pussy to this man. When he touched my inner thigh, I felt. He must have fallen asleep he decided, because he woke with pheromones registering in his brain. Bruce lifted his nose and opened his eyes to see just where these sexual signals were coming from. They weren't canine, but were easily identifiable as a transmitted need and willingness to mate.The aroma was coming from the female who was still sitting next to his master. They had shifted from sitting side by side facing out, to looking at each other half turned toward the other. The people,. Although he could use a hair cut and beard trim.The other picnic tables were all crowded. He was sitting alone; she sat across from him. She considered going elsewhere, but it was rare that she got to eat outside the office. For once, her clients weren’t demanding her attention, so she’d grabbed a falafel sandwich at the Greek deli and headed to the ducks. No, not a duck pond, but statues near a set of picnic tables in a tiny park. None of the mess of actual ducks, but a pleasant retreat from.