So, I took things into my own hands, you might say, to ensuremutual pleasure later on."Oh. My God!" Michael said the first time. "That feels so good. ...ut...you're not going to pull it off, are you?"I laughed and kissed his nose. "Not a chance," I said. "I'm just warmingyou up for the main event."After his release and relaxation, I curled up against his bare chest andgently fondled him, knowing that it wouldn't be long until he was eagerto go again."You know, you can do this to yourself when. I even had a cheap wig to finish the outfit. When I looked in the mirror I saw this petite thing with mile long legs. The skirt was tight around my bum and you could just see the tops of my gartered stockings as I strutted around.There were a few cars there already, guys were obviously in the woods. After sitting there for a while I finally got up the courage to step out of my car. At this point I could be seen from the road. I thought ‘it’s dusk, know one is looking’. I just put my head up and. The tops of her hose stopped at mid thigh and he was looking at her panty crotch.Sam stopped and told her he was going to get a bed roll from the car and would be right back.Anita looked up and realized where he was looking. Her face turned blood red and her legs instantly shot out flat on the blanket and she pulled her skirt down.Sam went to the car and then walked a bit further on out of her sight and drained his bladder.When he brought the bed roll back and lay down using it as a pillow she. There were problems with her size the few times he had been on top; she had vanished under his chest, since he was a full foot and half taller than her and when his prick was buried in her in the missionary position, the top of her head did not reach anywhere near up to his chin. So the abiding memory was of Wendy riding his ten inch pole, sapphire blue eyes shining with excitement, vocal as she came, shaven mound poised at the top of her upstroke and ramming down over his prick, taking it all.