It was making her sweat, and it wasn’t from the heat of the day.------Molly sat in her garden reading a book; the warm summers day always made her f...el lazy. She wore her school uniform, a tartan pleated skirt and a white blouse. She had not bothered to take them off after school, deciding it was better to read with a glass of her mother’s home-made lemonade.Molly was sixteen with beautiful Latin looks. She had dark brown hair that curled naturally down to her backside. She loved her hair long. As I pushed my tongue deep in her mouth she got with massaging and rubbing my tit and my nipple. I love a woman's touch as it is softer than a man. I pushed her head down to my tit and she knew to open her mouth and take in as much as she could and suck. She was good for a beginner. She sucked one tit then the other and did some serious high power sucking on each nipple. I was getting wet from the tittie sucking. I pushed her on her back and put my hand between her legs as I leaned over her and. By degrees the sun disappeared behind the western horizon; but as though to prove the truth of the fanciful ideas in heathen mythology, its indiscreet rays reappeared on the summit of every wave, as if the god of fire had just sunk upon the bosom of Amphitrite, who in vain endeavored to hide her lover beneath her azure mantle. The yacht moved rapidly on, though there did not appear to be sufficient wind to ruffle the curls on the head of a young girl. Standing on the prow was a tall man, of a. Of joy ... of passion ... of utter release ... as her juices gushed into my ravenous mouth. I lapped and sucked and imbibed voraciously, not wanting to miss a drop of her precious nectar. And she continued to spurt on and on, riding my face like a bucking bronco, seemingly forever, until she gradually slowed down to a sway before fully relaxing and coming to a stop. She slid off onto her back, now completely oblivious to me, to slumber contentedly in her post orgasmic haze. Left.