Sometimes I wish my boyfriend was like my brother, starving for a hot body to penetrate. And sometimes...I kind of wish...my brother was my boyfriend....Or would at least do what my boyfriend is too scared to. And I think sometimes he wishes it too. I can see when I bend over, he stares and almost drools at my perfect round ass almost spilling out of my tight shorts. Or when my shirt shows cleavage of my perfect olive tanned, perky, C cupped breasts, I notice him almost wanting to bury his head. After another hot kiss I whispered in her ear:"Don't look now but there's someone looking at us from over by the boulder." Are you sure?" Oh yes. I can see him moving so he can see us better. Do mind him watching us?" If you don't mind I don't mind either." He'll see you completely naked, do you know what I mean?" No bra, no panties, no nothing..." she answered with a sly smile. Putting her hands on my chest she pushed me backwards and with a sensual movement unclasped her bra. Then she placed. Unfortunately, it seemed like her house was always full of prying eyes, and there was no convenient way to abduct her from her house, but an alternative plan began forming in her new Master’s mind.“Well, we’ve just about finished up here. Let me pay the bill, and I’ll show you where I live.”He’s taking me to his house? I’m so getting laid! I can’t wait to find out how he fucks, I hope he doesn’t mind teaching me what he likes. What if I shouldn’t trust him, what if he’s trying to kidnap me? No,. A few minutes later she pushed the boundaries and moved her one hand around his torso to his flat tummy and just caressed it very gently for a minute. At the same time she whispered in his ear that he was a beautiful boy and gently bent over to kiss his neck. Fearing that she was out of control she stopped suddenly and said that she hoped his neck felt better. He smiled like an angel from heaven and told her that it felt much better and that she was very good at massaging.He left shortly after.