I slide your hand further up my thigh, under my shorts, to the very wet patch that has formed there. I watch as you bite your lip and whisper my name....I say your name, my voice thick with lust and desire. I run my hand down your chest to the bulge that has formed between your legs. I want you, and I want you now.Some thing about the clean air and freedom of nature is making this so soulful. I find your belt and slowly undo it, then begin to fumble with your jean button and zipper. My hand. " And I did, hoping he would orgasm soon, before the next idea hit him. He suddenly reached his arm far behind him and grabbed his sock. He jammed it inside me with two fingers, toe end first. He kept ramming it in until the whole foot part was inside, as I moaned pleadingly. "Okay, now suck me, keep your pussy over my head and put your finger in my ass." I moved to the 69 position, one arm under his leg to insert my finger in his anus. I sucked him harder than I had Murond,. Diary, goodbye! I had an interview at nine. At Kent University, where I wanted to study Fashion and Design. Not to become a model specifically. Clothes designing and artifice were my thing and talent. I habitually dreamt that one day I would come to be this fortunate and lucky and prosperous designer with my very own corporation and list of celebrities endorsed. But then for that to happen, I had to work very, very, very and sincerely hard. Nothing was going to come on a silver plate, free and. This wasn't a porno or anything, we were just putting a little actionin, here and there.Soon we were dressed, stopped at the urinal to each use plastic tubes topee and after throwing them away we headed for the door.The scene stops with our driver closing the car door after us.We'd actually filmed the pee to closing the car door, first. Since I'dspent the morning at the beauty shop and wouldn't look as good after theshower, unless we hired a hair girl and we were on a budget. So thinkingahead.