She cuddles up to me resting her head on my shoulder and a hand on my chest and says goodnight. I go from kinda horny to raging horny, I can feel my h...rd cock pressing against Kim's leg and it is leaking pre-cum. I can also feel her smooth wet pussy against my leg. Kim begins to slowly rub her hand on my chest. My mind is racing, she has to feel my cock and wetness. Do I stop this? Should I go for it? Before I can decide we are kissing. I allow my hand to casually brush over her ass. Kim slid. Cold water will keep the pores closed and ... Hell, come on."Jay dragged her away from camp to a small stream that ran south from the mountains. It would be clean and fresh."Jay ... I don't have any clothes on..." Lee frowned at him."Still worried about Yogi?" No, but I'll never look at that cartoon again in the same way!" Lee said, meaning it. "No, I mean no shoes, nothing on my legs..." Oh," Jay bent and scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way."Oh? A girl could get used to this,". Mrs. Stein stood up and asked for her chair to be moved closer. She may have been in her 80's but there was lust in her eyes. She loved what she was doing to me. Mr. Savage scooped up five of the dogs and placed them on the bed and they all headed to different parts of me and started feasting on me. I squirmed and moaned. Then he picked up six more and immediately there were eleven small tongues and bodies moving over mine. Occasionally, I would feel teeth but they didn't bite hard. Their. It was either me, or her father coming over and interrupting us, but whatever the case, she left the party. Without me. Now I was alone with her father. A nudist. Naked. I was so very thankful I had pulled on the shirt. It barely covered my naked crotch. I was leaving a little wet spot in the chair. I knew it. He was talking about something, and I was somewhat listening. Trying not to look at his body. I’m not a slut. I don’t usually hang out in the basement with men old enough to be my father..