She clenches her hand around his seven inches and slowly, firmly, begins to stroke it as his breath grows more and more ragged. A drop of pre-cum form... at the end as he pulls her hand away. Kitty gasps as his hand briefly brushes past her clit as he lines himself up and slips inside her, forcing all her breath out with a moan that echoes in the confines of the van. He pulls out, leaving barely the head still inside, then, in a split-second, with a thrust, his entire length is inside her tight. ”As Marie moved away, Bruce put his arm possessively around Linda’s shoulders. She shrugged him off as Marie returned with a handsome young Black man in his 20s.“Wow,” whispered Linda to Bruce.“Linda,” said Marie, “this is Mitchell. Mitchell – this is my best friend, Linda.”“Well, well,” said the man approvingly as he gave Linda a slow and open once-over. “Any friend of Marie’s…”“And this,” she said, “is Bruce.”Bruce shook hands with the man, who squeezed his hand just enough to let him know. “No regrets?”“None. I loved it .”I kissed her again and we held each other for a long moment until another couple walked past us talking to each other about the flowers. We giggled to ourselves and continued walking.As we neared the center of the maze I caught site of a cute blond haired girl in the corner of my eye walking the opposite way around a far corner. She was wearing a familiar cheer leading outfit, in fact it looked exactly like my old high school’s cheer uniform; a faded white with. Then you look at me with that look in your eyes. The look that says there'll never be anyone else but me, that there never was anyone else but me. Other lovers, certainly. But never anyone who touched your soul like I can. I know that look. And I know that I have the same look in my eyes.But we talk, instead. About building a house near here. Just on the other side of that copse of trees perhaps. But not in this meadow. This meadow is just for picnics and gathering wildflowers. I'll quit my job.