Never taking my hands from him I walk to the front of him leaning down kissing his lips with a soft mouth turning a different direction each time.... Down his neck my lips traveled as I removed his shirt. As I caressed his body with my hands my lips traveled to his nipples circling each one with my tongue followed by tiny bites. I replaced my tongue with my hands as I buried my face in his crotch breathing in the scent of him and feeling just how hard he was for me. As many. ' I took his hand and we continue with our walk. Thinking it best to practiceacting normally, I strike up a conversation about various people we know. Thisamuses him, but he plays along. Just before we get to collage, he stops walkingand backs me against the fence that surrounds someone's garden. With his handseither side of my head, he bands his face down to mine. I go on tip-toes andwrap my arms around him, returning his kiss with enthusiasm. It's a game andI'm a very competitive person, plus. I crept forward and claimed my kiss. This time it was more involved, we began to connect, on a much deeper level now. We were coming in synch with each other, a magic trick were two becomes one, her, I, us. I let my hands go, began to rub her side in time with the kisses. Slowly making my way down and back up again. She rolled under me now, allowing me a better look at her. Her perfect body, I could feel her under me, pushing into me, pulling me closer to her, merging with me. I had one hand in. He slid his growing length through the gloryhole, to Clara’s joy his balls followed his dick and made a thud as they rested back against the ply cubicle wall. They were perfect, hanging, smooth and looked completely engorged with cum. “My buddy just told me about you girl and I just had to make sure he wasn’t foolin’!”.Clara took his cock head in her hand and raised it to expose fully his full bulging sack “Na uh he wasn’t foolin’ cowboy! Let me prove it!”. She held his shaft in her right hand,.