I haven’t had to say a word. Beth’s friends have taken on the cause of shutting down those rumors.For the most part, November was a month with no ...ignificant events, outside of Thanksgiving, which was a pleasant day with all the family together. Gary had managed to get leave to come home for the extended weekend. He was looking really good with all the muscle he’d put on. He also carried himself in a way that he hadn’t before. Our grandparents were even here, for the holiday. Mom’s mother. I was barely able to get everything into the back the open space of the Metro. What once was the back seat and trunk, just didn’t have a lot of square footage in it.“When I got home, I found a couple of tubes of silicone caulk and assembled it. The configuration was a table top about three feet off the floor. It backed up to, but was not attach the outside wall. Then above that sat Three more shelves about eight inches apart, and nine inches deep. I was glad that the concrete slab in the old. Hearing my lover's voice and feeling his hands on me even though they were my own. Now completly wet and extremely aroused I wanted to cum. I needed to cum badly, here, in our spot in the Parking Lot. I continued to fuck my pussy with my fingers and wildly buck up my hips. I thought of the one thing that always sends me over the edge."I want you to fuck my face Little One. REALLY fuck my face. Grab my hair. NO, REALLY fucking grab my hair. Pull my face into your wet pussy. Fuck my face until. Then in a single movement I pulled my T shirt off over my head and revealed my breasts. He groaned and couldn't stop himself from looking down at me. "You want to cum, don't you Nigel." He shook his head. "You may shake your head, but your body is saying yes, isn't it." He shook his head more vehemently this time. As I held his eyes, I knelt down in front of him. Cradling my own breasts I pressed them against his crotch, supporting his balls. I let my tongue flick out and brush against his.