Emma finds herself entering this same fantasy and imagines she actually is getting to be with a boy in the backseat at a drive-in when she is in her t...ens. Just the idea of that, almost seeing the movie playing in front of them on the large screen, the tinny voices of dialog coming through the amp clipped to the front window, makes her drip more and start to throb. How Donald can suggest places to take her to. All, whether he realizes it or not, helping her live so much that she never got to. I placed them on my eyes. "Stand here and close youreyes. It only takes a few minutes."I felt the lights get bright and the honey like stuff started to warmon my skin. After a few minutes, it felt like I was tingly all over,almost itchy."Done, Mr. Franklin You can open your eyes."I looked down and touched the pads on my chest. The glue seams weregone, and I could feel sensations through the pads and into my ownskin. It was strange. I rubbed my hand across my bottom, and italmost felt like I was. Once we get past the open, my hand easily fits in your cavernous cunt.I twist and push, mashing your cervix, pulling my hand out, only to struggle to get it back in. After about 10 minutes, I am going in and out of you, punch fucking your expanding cunt. We keep adding conditioner, we got a puddle going on the floor of your cum and conditioner. I keep shoving my hand up, forcing it deep into you. A sound of "ummph" every time I hit the back wall of your cunt.I look around wanting something. Curious, I look around, to see that our lovemaking is being studied by a small, grass chewing wallaby! My movement of surprise causes you to open your eyes, and murmur ‘What?’ Smiling, I incline my head towards the wallaby. ‘Will it be kinky of me to continue our lovemaking, knowing that we are being watched by a peeping-tom?’ Your face breaks into a fantastic grin as you reply ‘At least he hasn’t got a camera, and, anyway, who is he going to tell?’ Your grin turns into a longing smile, as you.