Let's just have a good time. My mother has her own fears. I'm not afraid. I don't expect you to marry me or anything like that. It will be enough for ...e if you just treat me nice while we're together." I can do that, and I will. I promise. Where do you want to stop for lunch? How about Santa Monica, for some shrimp?" Shrimp? Sounds good. How far is it? I'm already pretty hungry."We drove over to Santa Monica and had a real nice lunch, sitting outdoors where we could see the ocean. We didn't. You had high cheeks, just slightly colored and glowing eyes that sparkled with your delicious smile. Your full, soft lips glistened softly and I was overcome with an overwhelming need to taste them.Your slender long neck brought my eyes down to the plunging neckline of the clingy white sweater that displayed your breathtaking cleavage. I wanted to lay my hands upon you, feel the softness of your flesh, the fullness of your femininity. I felt my hands rise but managed to resist my urge. Instead. I got an instant erection as we kissed then Sarah took her top off and danced round topless, her lovely pert boobs jiggling. I took my cook out and she was wanking me to orgasm as a couple walked past in the distance. They didn’t look our way at all. Another failure. But our confidence was building.Another day, another walk across some fields. We were on a hill alongside a main road, looking down across and a village about ¼ mile away. Traffic was passing close by and a tractor was ploughing a. His testicles dripped with Fleur’s arousal. It flowed from her sex, coating his genitals and soaking pubic hairs. Harry groaned out; “You’re so fucking tight and wet.”“You’re making her wet. Your great, big cock is making her drip!” Hermione said. “And just thinking of your meat and how it’ll split me open is making me flow like a hosepipe.”Harry paused in his pumping and looked at Hermione. “You’re really good at this dirty talk.”“I know!” she said with a smile that was wider and brighter than.