Sometimes he himself would become quite a connosieur of women's undies, or underwear, & keep it being of some, or such of their's for himself after he...himself would either pull their dresses, &/or skirts up, & pull their pantys down, or pull that being of their pants down with that being of their pantys depending upon what they themselves would be wearing.imagine this male character jagging off, or choking that being of his chicken within a forrest preserve before he himself would encounter. I had not gotten to see it since the other night when I had watched him touch himself while he thought about me. Slowly he climbed in behind me and that cock I had pictured many times over rested against my back as I leaned into him. “So what were you doing?” He asked me, kissing me on the top of my head. I could feel my face flush, thinking about him watching me touch myself as I thought about him. It made me feel dirty in the best sort of ways. “I was ..” I could not finish my sentence. I. This time I feel it dripping directly onto my body. It drips between my thighs. His hands go to work again. This time moving like they're on a different mission than before. I take a deep breath and hold it when I feel his fingers against my pussy lips. Not lightly brushing against like before but actually rubbing against me. Don't forget to breathe, he tells me. I'm not sure what to do. Is this normal? Should I say something? Yes, I should definitely say something. His finger slips inside me. We don't go to movies or things like that." Sure we date," said Tiffany. "We just prefer to have sex on our dates. What I told Melissa is you don't think of us as only something to shoot your cum in. You don't, do you?" What?" I said startled. "No, no." Maybe we didn't have a normal date evolution but that doesn't change the fact that I know you care about me. I can see it in how you talk to me at school and at gymnastics practice. I see it in how you look at me. I especially feel it when we.