Pressing close, handsrubbing on backs, open mouths with tongues, well okay.When a girl felt really good in his arms, he would hold up his hand, andshe...would be moved aside. Once they had all kissed him, only the ones hehad tagged went the second time.It was hard, and he was too by the time he'd cycled through them allabout four times. It was down to three by then. The one that he felt forthe most was a little handful that kissed him shyly, even delicately thefirst time. But as he pushed the. Drunk, undoubtedly. She was about five foot, wearing a skimpy dressed that showed off her impressive cleavage. Her proportions were my idea of heaven. A perfect ass.I think every man’s thought about rape before. Not necessarily considered it, but thought about it. I thought about it then. I was confident that if I wanted to, I could. But I wasn’t going to, of course. I had morals, however horny I was. I was picturing it though. I could feel my cock growing even more as these thoughts raced. As she was standing on the edge of the mountain the wind blew her shirt as it pleased. I was jealous of that wind as I wanted to be the one being able to caress her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt.On our way down she sat next to me on the cable car. She unbuttoned my trousers and slid her hand inside to grab hold of my cock and pulled it out. I grew instantly between her fingers as her thumb was rubbing the head of my erection. Her grip is firm, yet playful sliding up and down.. The smell of my juices permeates the entire room. I thrust wildly and with complete abandon. I shudder and scream with each thrust. Yes. Please. Take me... Take me... harder...The orgasm hits me full on and takes me. I shove my fingers forcefully into my body as far as they will go, and the contractions take me away. They take me to another world, another reality. A place where this earth and all that goes with it are irrelevant.I don't know how long it lasts. I rarely do. When I recover, I.