They had explored early, finding little activity in the meadow, as the female was due very soon. After their meal, they were in the stream. She rolled...to him and grabbed his cock. Her tongue went in his ear, making little suctions, and she felt him get his mind off the pack. "There's a hole of mine you've never tried, darling. D'ya think ya'd like it." His jumping tool told her he would.She splashed noisily out of the water, and plumped down on all fours. It was a very warm night, and neither. We knew her bed was loud, but figured we could do it on her couch instead. We made it upstairs, no one the wiser. We started kissing, holding each other close, our hands caressing each others bodies. I slid my hands up the back of her shirt to her bra and tried to unhook it. After a minute of struggling with her bra I gave up and decided to pull her shirt off first. I pulled Brenda's shirt up and over her head. She pulled my shirt off and started working on my belt. I went back to work on her. The tongue and feeling Dean's semi-hard cock against her soft, warm crotch did it. She invited him back in and they sat back on the couch again. This time Stacey sat on his lap facing him and passionately French kissed him. Dean readily responded his hands, fondling her soft swollen breast. Stacey could feel his hard cock, swelled in his pants, and pushing into her moist crotch. She was ready for sex.They left the couch, went to Stacey's bedroom, where again they passionately kissed as they. But not just because of that. I know you understand, but it’s so hard to convey my exact thoughts and feelings especially because I’m so afraid to use that word! It’s just a word, right? And if I say it, it’s not going to end the world, and life will continue on. But what about the repercussions of it? We are so far apart. Will we ever meet? I’m sure if we say the word, we will make sure we do. But what happens then? What if it doesn’t work out the way we imagine it will every night? Who knows.