Its now my turn to appraise you, and I grin at the sight. Just looking at you in your shorts and t-shirt makes me wet. I guide your hand to my tan bac..., and let you pull me in for a kiss. As you kiss me, my tongue caresses yours, letting you feel how much I want you, as my hands run up and down your back. I press up really close to you, raising my skirt up and exposing my thighs, so that I’m grinding against your obvious arousal. I can feel my slit getting wetter as your hands start to travel. Bill's face went red. He wanted it so bad but he could tell it was going to hurt.Tom pulled back and pressed again. It slid smoothly passed the first ring and pressed against the next. Bill groaned and pulled away, frightened by the thought of pain. But a moment later he was pushing back again. Tom obliged his efforts and held his cock firmly. Bill began humping at the thing trying to enter his asshole. Suddenly the bulbous head popped past the tight ring. Bill shook and froze for a moment. The second needs to see if anyone can get a cell signal on their phone. Climb a tree if you have to or go up the hill. The third group needs to think of ways we might be able to get the bus back on the road. Oh, and it might be best if you all got dressed, as much as I dislike the thought”. I gave them a little grin to lighten the mood a bit.I was still wandering about, pondering the situation from multiple viewpoints when one of the girls approached. Happily, she had chosen to remain topless,. ” Sally feared that the stress and heartbreak of her father’s illness had finally broken her mother’s mind. Again she felt the flare of anger. Why wouldn’t her mother accept that her father would never know hurt again. That he was suspended from pain only by the most deeply reaching medication. Medication intended to ease him from the agony of the here, to the relief of the hereafter. “You know, Sally, I can still see him, 60 years ago today – well 60 years ago at 10 o’clock anyway. He was so.