I’m there with you. My shorts slide off. You can feel me against you now, only separated by the thin cotton of your boxers. Can you feel me, soaking...through? Don’t you want it? I can feel you, the excitement spirting from you, begging to be touched, or sucked.But I’m selfish. I need you now. I can’t wait, can’t waste the time in taking you in my mouth or hands. You can feel through your underwear how much I need you. I’m envisioning the moment where you enter me, it’s turning me on so much I. They don't know how to please a man. You want an experienced woman, and I can fill that bill." She smiled at them in what was probably supposed to be a coquettish manner, but just looked like a grimace to both men."That's mighty nice of you, Ma'am," blurted Dick. "But my partner here, and me too ... well, we have male troubles too. Our shrink says it has to do with our ex-wives, and suggested that we stay away from women their age. Nothing personal, you understand, but we probably wouldn't be. It’s like us makes sense or something.”“Please. Don’t make it harder than it already is.”Rat clamped his hands over her upper thighs and dug his thumbs into the meat at the base of her ass, kneading and spreading her at the same time. He opened his mouth and covered her pussy, pressing the broad side of his tongue against her slit. At first, he just moved his tongue against the slick pliancy of her lips in subtle undulations. The undulations gradually transformed into swiping laps up along her. Steve had a very large back yard that was mostly wooded and his property sat on a hill. We used shovels and dug into the side of the hill like we were digging a mine. Digging was hard with the red clay we had in Georgia but it was ideal for making tunnels that would not cave in as easily as other soil. We even used two by fours to brace the walls and ceiling as we dug further in. Once the digging was done we took scrap plywood and made walls with shelves and a ceiling. We took a scrap piece of.