At any rate talking about her was getting me horny (like it is now). Frank told me he still hadn't been kissed by anyone but his mom! "What's it like ...issing?" he asked. I tried to make a mouth with my thumb and forefinger. Then he said "why don't you kiss me and then I'll kiss you." I thought why don't we just make out. But I agreed. We found a semi secluded spot in some trees just off the tracks we were walking. We sort of fumbled into an embrace our hard ons touching through our jeans. Frank. The photos are Geoff's thing. My thing takes more time. I do like it when guys see me – even though I usually miss it – but what I really love is when they come back for more. Some guys will double back for a second look in the park, but I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about bailing them up in a confined space where they can't help but look. The Sydney trains are probably my favourite. Loose fitting tops in peak hour when you have to stand are good, but short skirts in those seats that. “Fine I need to urinate let me up and get this thing off my eyes damn you”! her voice wavered slightly, a sure sign tears were near the surface and Kink was well satisfied with the encounter. Her right leg was bent just enough that he had a clear shot at her ass cheek. Using his hand it brought it down soundly, the crack against her bare skin loud in the quiet room. “P**S little girl, he yelled, TELL ME YOU HAVE TO P*sis! Either that or wet yourself, I’m tired of this argument, I’ll be back. " Heroic in their efforts to persevere," she added defiantly."Yes, but alas, always tragically succumbing to those overpowering forces in the end."She looked to find him smiling as he moved closer."I hope your husband reminds you often of what a beautiful woman you are." Yes, he reminds me quite often, thank you." You know, I've always believed that a beautiful woman should not only be told how attractive she is, but should be shown as well."He reached out gently and ran his fingers lightly.