Wanna know what the dreams are about? he smiled. Well, I am sure I can guess so you dont have to tell me. I said and started walking to go to the car....I really had no intention of getting laid at that moment. I wanted to go home and get in a nice hot tube and take out my needs on a nice dildo but as I walked past Clay he grabbed my arm. Oh, I think you do wanna know what most of the guys and a lot of the girls are thinking about. he said again. Okay, what is it? I said. We had been walking and. I had my benwa balls in my handbag and thought about going to the rest room, to give me some more excitement over the desert, but decided to wait, as while I was away, they might have left, instead I decided I would watch the young men playing their games while exciting myself mentally. Paying attention to their crotch areas I could see they both had on gym type shorts that contained what looked like sizable cocks on them both!I suspected the lads, might like to see my by now hard nipples, so. She hadn't been ready for that. The sausage hadn't been as anxious as Mr. Smith. It felt like he was trying to jump down her throat all at once. That was what made her gag."Am I supposed to swallow the whole thing, Sir?" she asked, taking the glistening cock out of her mouth."Yes, if you can. All good girls swallow the whole thing." OK, Sir. I'll try," she said and dove back down on him, this time relaxing her throat muscles and swallowing as the head plowed past her constricting epiglottis.. Sneeking glances, I searched his face for a clue, but his face as he read the paper gave nothing away. I could only think about his fingers rubbing my tight wet pussy in the dark. He glanced up at me as if he could read my thoughts. Suddenly my tiny nipples were rock hard and I could feel butterflies fill my stomach. He snapped his paper and went back to reading. If he noticed my hard nipples through my blouse or my flushed face he didn't show it.All day I couldn't think of anything but the.