” Peter smiled enjoying the game a little, spying Frank and the two boys coming down the trail towards the parking lot and picnic area.“Now, we wi...l just pretend we are having lunch and talking, waiting for Roach and the boys, hmm? Ready to be a good Niki? Hmm, you are already playing with your wet little cunt in the woods knowing anyone could walk by.” Peter’s voice was light, teasing, glancing at her busy fingers as she slowly munched on her sandwich.‘Oh god, I knew it’ she thought, imagining. Why do I not believe that? Because it is true, do you know how wet those hands on my nipples are making me? Hmm not wet enough yet I bet...You fucking bastard, she laughed. He joined in the laughter. Moving in closer to her so that their chests would have touched if his hands hadn’t been in the way, they looked at each other, then leaning in further they kissed gently. Her eyes closed as she moved onto tiptoe, their mouths pushed against each other with increasing firmness, neither used tongues. Her hair was a normal brown and tied up in a tight bun, but I could tell it would fall easily to her waist. Her face had high cheek bones and well-shaped lips. She wore light make-up and dark sunglasses. I didn't think the sunglasses were necessary with the heavy overcast, but then some wore them outside all the time just like a coat in the winter. She did wear a long trench coat that was buttoned up and tied at the waist. It covered whatever she wore underneath and her hands were deep in her. There, I was grabbed, sucked, jerked off and manhandled. "Kissing" was not well known in the '80s as the Japanese had never kissed during sex. It was a European-born behavior. I tried to train as many new generation boys as I could as, for me, kissing is a major part of the oral pleasures of sex.The large dark rooms were where I usually ended up, as that is where the group stuff was going on. And there was some ambiant light so the writhing figures could be seen. Since we all wore cotton.