On a bench, in a park, a young man sits engrossed in the object held in his hands. With his shoulders hunched, his lower legs are drawn back hard agai...st the seat. On any other day, he would be in bed wrapped up with his partner. Her slender body usually pressed against him, rousing him slowly to a sensuous awareness. When she was horny, he would feel her hands upon his body. She gently stroked his back and thighs. In response, he would stretch and roll closer to her, savoring the scent of her. Oh God, I'm dead. I'm so dead..." She repeats over and over."What are you doing in here?" You ask, believing she isn't a threat. She jumpes into the air and flips around hastily. She is wearing thin oval glasses and she had a very pretty face. A nice body too, you notice after scanning her up and down. She was wearing a purple turtleneck and a long dress, but the hugged her form tight enough that you could see her curves. In fact, her body looks kinda familiar..."Who are you?" She shrieks in. I sucked and licked her butt and smelled the sweet smell. She gave a bomb as what is called in Kannada as “voosu” and that smell drive me crazy. I became mad of that smell and began to lick her butt harder and bit it. She moaned loudly when I bit her butt. I licked her butt and I smelled her butt by taking her butt on my nose. It smelled so good. By that time my cock had really become hard and was trying to come out of my underwear. My mother would put her soft hands and would press my dick on. It wasn’t just lust or my out of control libido. It was her.I didn’t care who saw or what they thought. There was just me and her in this ocean of water. This was … bliss. Ronnie was an excellent kisser, but I could detect some inexperienced and some hesitation on her part. Like she didn’t know what she was supposed to do next. But her arms finally unwrapped themselves from my neck and she very slowly moved her hand along my chest and moving lower and lower.This was going way too far in way too.