The stories we used to tell at break times were outrageously filthy! One day our big Indian friend, Sanjay surprised us all when he produced a skimpy ...air of women's knickers from his jacket, 'courtesy of my aunt Sinnita' He said. Young guys that we were we all took the chance to sniff these skimpy little knickers.We used to walk in the same direction home, 'Would you like to come visit my Aunty,it turns out she was just 12yrs older than Sanjay, my mother is away, and she's looking after the. ", and we head into the thicket.It's a bit overgrown, and we have to push through, I hold back some of the thornier branches for you, and eventually we break into a small clearing, with some luscious grass below and blue sky above. You look at me with a twinkle in your eye, as something deep within you starts to stir. You say, "Let's just sit here for a bit, and see if they come and find us."We sit together, quiet, listening, but there's no sound apart from the sounds of nature. You lean. Yolanda reached up and gripped his cock firmly around the head. She then tightened down her grip."Count backwards from ten," she told Gary.Gary did so and the trembling in his knees lessened. His breathing became less ragged as a sexual tension inside him subsided. Yolanda slowly eased her grip and began to gently stroke his cock up and down."Thanks," gasped Gary. "I thought I was going to pop right then and there." No, now you're gonna pop," said Yolanda as her lips formed on 'O' and she took. I worked two finger inside her wet gash as she rubbed her clit. I stroked her pussy as I watched the last of the water leave the bottle. It was now flat and empty. I lifted the hose to let the remainder of the water flow into her. “Mmm, you’re such a good girl. You took the whole thing, Baby. I’m going to work the nozzle out. Don’t let anything get out now.” “Yes, Daddy,” she moaned with some discomfort in her voice. I slowly extracted the small cock from her backside. I made sure to help her.