"They had lovers in mind when they designed the balcony seating because the seats actually reclined and the armrest folded up so couples could cuddle ...ithout having an armrest between them. I was still thinking about what Roger had told me in the car when he slipped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me over against him. My head fell naturally on his shoulder as I reveled in how good it felt to be held again."Honey…do you like her legs? Do you thinks Julie Roberts is pretty? Sexy?" Yeah,. Instead I tortured myself by running my hand, and then my fingernails, up and down the length of his shaft through those sexy, silky panties. Oh, and I nearly forgot the other part of his attire, a pair of black stockings. I had the feel of girly stockings against my legs, silky satin under my fingertips and his rock hard cock under the satin. What an amazingly erotic combination! We kissed and he pinched my nipples. Between his kisses, touches and the feel of that hard as stone delight under. He spent all night stuck fast to the apple tree and Phillip hoped for rescue in the morning, but all of that next day he remained alone in the orchard. No one came out into the orchard to help him or even to speak to him. He spent yet another whole night and day trapped and soon he began to despair. At last, late afternoon on the third day he was so chilled to his bones that he doubted he could survive another wintry night. He was also famished with hunger and parched with thirst, and in. When I was done, I stood up, still stroking and fondling his dick with my hand as I, again, marveled at how big his cock was, even when flaccid.With a smirk on his face, he continued squeezing and pulling on my tits, occasionally slapping them to see them bounce and jiggle, and pulling on the nipples to keep them hard. He said, “Nice work, Colleen. I especially like the tongue job at the end.”I didn’t respond. I just stood there, eyes down, seemingly unwilling to release his cock from my.