As slowly they fill the air with their star like dance. The sound of falling water ever-changing and new like a song as old as life itself, and the de...p counterpoint of thunder and flickering light in the darkening sky, far in the distance like a strange and yet familiar music of the soul. My throat grows tight and my eyes grow hot with the threat of tears, yet tears of joy for the beauty of this place and moment. My heart beats to the music of this place and the life here.The stars in the. When I awoke it was full daylight and late morning, my cheek still lyingon her plump, smooth tummy, her cock still firm of course, its crowndawdling against my lips. Had I sucked on it all night? I suppose so,some of the night anyhow. I rolled my eyes up to see if she was awake. She was, looking down on me with such warm affection!"So, no more uncertainty, darling? No more hesitating? We're of onemind? You're ready for the real thing now? Ready to completeyourself?"My face sobered up. . " Go on." I have this thing about bras. In fact, I hate them and almost never wear them; but do when jogging. I don't flop too badly but the bra didn't fit properly and the constant bouncing had rubbed my nipples raw. The park was empty and I sat on a bench almost enjoying myself; almost, except for the scrapes on my nipples that were both distracting and kind of painful."And that's where I came along." Yeah ... you caught me looking down my top at my ninnies. I guess you paused in your jogging. “We’ve got a few things to pick up. And by the way,” he added in a husky voice that made her stomach flutter, “I love the way those leggings hug your pussy”. He smiled and she resisted the urge to frown as he took her hand and led her into the shop. “So what are we buying to eat?” she asked, hoping this was a short trip. Her attention had moved to his attire, looking admiringly at the way his well toned muscles tugged at his cotton shirt and how well his casual blue jeans fitted his tight ass..