This smells so good. I can’t wait to taste your offerings,’ he said, the double-entendre probably intentional. He wrapped his arms around my waist...from behind and kissed the back of my neck. He then whispered into my ear, ‘Nice outfit, by the way, I like it. Oh, and sorry I slept so long. I must have been really tired. I think you must have dehydrated me.’ He squeezed my ass lightly. ‘You’re crazy, sweetie,’ I replied, still facing away from him. I playfully slapped him on the hands. ‘Why don’t. .. I mean, I couldn't stop thinking about... (22-second pause. She was obviously fighting some sort of inner battle. She wanted to tell me everything, but for some reason, she also wanted to suppress this thought. Eventually, she left the statement unfinished and shifted to the next part of her story.)All at once, he stopped walking and turned to me. It took me a moment to understand. We were at the end of the lane. There were no houses here, just that little park. Do you know the one I mean?. Six days after school ended I was to fly to Denver. When I got there I would call a number, and someone would either pick me up, or have me take a cab."I fly to Denver," Liz said quietly, "and then on to Colorado Springs. It looks like we can take the same flight out of Atlanta." That'll be good." We both felt it. Leaving home was and wasn't hard. You wanted to be out there, doing stuff. But home represented security. In our case it also included being apart, something we really hadn't done. I. This gave us each a wonderful view of those across from us. In my case, as I admired Mandy’s gaping, well fucked pussy, I could still see cum oozing from it, forming a little puddle on the mat.The sexual tension in the air had certainly ebbed since our last round of orgasms, but it certainly hadn’t disappeared. Finally Mark piped up “I can’t believe how kinky you guys are!”. I was surprised to hear that as I had thought them the kinky ones. “What do you mean?” I asked. Mark and Mandy.