. kinda like an upgraded dry hump ? ..It's wear you get your partner to drop their pants / dress .. they lay on their stomach on a bed, couch or chair...while you grind and rub your cock into the crack of their ass until you get off. I know a lot of you reading this post are like ... why not just stuff you cock into the offending orifice and be done with it ? Answer: Because that shit is boring and lacks imagination. Plus a panty job can be steamy and hot leading to intense sexxual encounters. “Ever since I saw you last year, I’ve thought about this night, about being here with you, Emma. I can’t believe that you are here, naked, lying below me.” Kevin said leaning down for another kiss. “You are the one thing I’ve been dreaming of for the last 6 months and I can’t believe your mine.” As his tongue probed my mouth, his fingers reentered me, and his thumb brushed my clit, rapidly increasing the pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. My breathing rapid, I. Basically I noticed all the girls. I couldn’t help it. No boy can help it. I was addicted to looking at girls. In front of me, for example, was a girl. I carefully kept pace so I wouldn’t catch up. She had really toned long pale legs and a short mini-skirt. Her blouse was baggy and she had a heavy satchel over one shoulder. London kids always carried their bags over one shoulder, even if the bag had two straps. She was clutching a big binder. She looked weighed down. She was quite tall and I. . that’s the joke about the men of our family. As for the face, well it’s one that really only a mother could love, more square than round, with an oversized sloping forehead, generous nose and deep set and unfortunately beady eyes. My hair is red and impossibly unruly. I gave up dealing with it back in my college days and now try to keep it in a tight Ivy League cut on the sides with just a hint of a flattop. That mostly keeps it manageable, except if I’ve stayed here at the mine long enough.