I pushed that thought aside and motioned Rose to continue on with our trail. We were running out of time. The frosty wind chilled my nipples and erect...d them on my firm breast. I wanted to touch and play with them so badly but I could not reach it. We then proceeded down the trail. There were a few low lying trees along the trail and the sensation of the leaves brushing against my nipples were so arousing.We sped up our walking pace to a jogging speed. I looked as Rose beside me and saw her. It was a slow, meaningfulsong. I had to struggle to hold in tears while I sang it with Josh,because I learned the truth while watching his eyes while we sang it. Hehad feelings for me, but he didn't love me. I could see that clearly now.I doubted that he even loved Megan. What he was returning to me wasn'tthe same thing that I had been feeling for him. I had hoped that therewas still a chance for us to be together, but it was painfully evident tome now that it wasn't going to be in my immediate. Yet, the moment she felt Portia's hand touch the back of her head, all her thoughts, her hesitations, her confusion, her opinions about straight or gay, they all melted away and she willingly allowed her face to be guided in a direction that she dearly wanted to go. Dreamlike, she went with the flow and allowed her face to be led to this pussy and towards this exotic scent. Yes, it was undoubtedly the natural aroma of the compelling Portia's pussy. As she imagined she was approaching a forest. .. Hedid. Mister, I don't know if you are into girls like me, but your timefor choosing is OVER!While I was busy devouring his tongue, I placed my hand on top of hisand guided it as it unzipped the lower portion of my zipper; up, up,towards my nether places. His hand now had much freer access to my sex,and took advantage of it. He seems to like girls like me just fine.PERFECT! I made quick work of his zipper. His glorious tool popped outinstantly, standing tall and proud. We stroked each other.