I carried that cavalier sense of adventure into my relationship with my first serious girlfriend, Robin. She was a big-leg girl, and once she let me ...et my hands in the cookie jar, I had my fingers in her pussy every chance I got. And Robin made sure I got plenty of chances. I recall a couple times where I took huge risks of getting caught pink-handed, but the thrill of the moment always seemed to outweigh the risks. We were in high school, on a bus heading towards a marching band. My lips lingering against your soft skin as if they wished to stay there but my plans are otherwisegoing back to look you in the eyes I then lightly take the sides of your face in my hands and reaching up I kiss you just above your eyebrow... then your noseand then lightly pull our lips together with my hands lightly caressing either side of your face as you reach a hand over around my neck to hold me closely there.hands intertwine with hair as lips become hungry in their kissing. we break the. But after that night, each time I masturbated he reaffirmed my plea to my new liege Lord.One afternoon I was hitchhiking, when a large box truck pulled over. I hopped in and the driver drove on. And then the trucker, a masculine looking man of perhaps 40, began talking about sex, and as he talked he kept squeezing his groin and shooting looks at the me.Well, I mean, I was naive, but I sensed what was happening, and panic began to set in. I purposely looked the other way, attempting to avoid eye. I got my binoculars to be able to watch their bodies in detail. One of the girls had a very small bikini and I could see her bush…. That made me so hot I got a boner and started masturbating. All of a sudden I heard a stern voice from somewhere behind me. “What are you doing there, Paul?”I looked round and saw our neighbor, Mrs. Lopez. She was my aunt’s good friend and often came over for a chat. She was 69, had a huge ass and really big sagging tits. She was chubby but pretty. She was married,.