It felt good cool night air thing on my balls my shaft skin hole bigger every minute I sat there and just listening to the a****listic sex only a few ...eet away. A man can only take so much for so long and it was 5 or 6 minutes later after listening to the grunting in the morning that I have to do something. I didn't want to Spook him but I did want him to know that I was headed their way so I made a little noise when I got up from the table I also made sure that they got a very clear shot of a. As I am listening to the most interesting and captivating lecture of the week, I am thinking about all the things I would like to do to her. I'm thinking about putting my hand around her waist, sucking and kissing her neck, then moving on to her cupping her amazing breasts, my arms running hers, slowly moving my hands towards her thighs, tracing patterns and then moving to her pussy and basically just giving her pleasure that will make her cry out my name. As I'm thinking about making love to. She had finished her household chores. Her homework was all done, and she didn't want to go out.She had only three weeks to go before the prom. Everyone else in her class was going, which meant that there were no virgins left.She had asked Sybil how she got her date. Sybil and she were the last hold-outs. Sybil had giggled. She was going with David Potter, who was a rather good-looking boy, if excessively intellectual.Sybil merely giggled."I took the plunge, what else? Why don't you, Cathy?". Initially I was disappointed as the station appeared deserted, perhaps the weather was the main reason, and as my eyes sought the main message boards my train was due to leave in just over an hours time, so I sat down on a cold wooden bench and huddled inside my, yes you guessed it, woolen coat.I crossed my long legs and as if by instinct started to move them in a to-and-fro motion, sending small spasms of pleasure from my crushed clitoris, between a pair of powerful thighs, my eyes constantly.