To take mytime. To keep my back straight. To relax and feel the small sway of myhips, to enjoy the coolness of the dry, crisp air as it pushed itself ...pmy legs, brushing against my stockings, to brush against my panty-cladcrotch.As I reached my car, I caught my reflection on the driver-side window. Awoman in her late 20s, makeup and hair perfectly done. When I brushed astray hair away from my face, I caught a glimpse of my beautifully Frenchmanicured hands.At this moment, I looked up and around. He loved to be the naughty boy, and me the instrument for his mischief. He was so damn cute, and I had to resist the urge to leap over the table and straddle him. I stood up and walked slowly over to his side, and bent down, almost kneeling and hovered down at his level to allow him a position slightly above mine. I waited for him to kiss me. Which he did softly. If we were at home, I would be sitting on the floor next to his chair in a lady like position, wearing a sheer baby doll type dress.. I'm not a total saint, but well, yeah, that's big," Caitlin said.I walked up to her, pulled her against me, and felt my dick go between her legs. It brushed her pubic hair. And the kiss started. It lasted what felt like forever. I felt her tongue in my mouth. I felt her boobs push against my chest. I felt her nipples harden. And I knew I wasn't going to stop.The kiss lasted. She finally pulled away. And stood there staring at me. We were both breathing heavy. And then without a word, Caitlin. It felt incredible!“How does that feel, Rob?”I couldn’t form words at that moment. I closed my eyes again. The only thing to come out of my mouth was animal sounds. With a wicked chuckle he said, “I’ll take that as a good.”He pulled his finger out and spit again on my hole. What I felt next was not one, but two of his fingers being slowly inserted into my virgin ass. He took his time and let me adjust to the size of his combined fingers before starting again to gently fuck my ass with.