Unfortunately for her, this was the crotch of the fellow who had previously made a home in her bosom. Her breasts rocked forward, almost breaking free...of the dress, and her rear was now fully on show for all to see. Her knees stung with pain from the impact on the floor. “Well my dear, if you insist,” said bosom lover as he opened up his trousers and held his shirt up so that his penis was unobstructed. Liz ignored the pain and went to work, stroking his shaft and sucking his sack. This. The main reason she hated the travel was that she was gay and it was very difficult to locate any action in most high school towns. Sometimes her roommate and lover Tonya accompanied her but that was not very often. Carol was 35 years of age and she dressed very professional. She normally wore conservative clothes that concealed her shapely 35-25-36 figure. She was 5’7′ tall and weighed almost 130 pounds. She wore her light brown hair up in a bob displaying the nape of her neck. Now as Carol. All I could do was stare, I wanted to remember every second, record every detail. Before I knew what was happening she had finished, and trembling, I reached out and stroked away the last few drops. We got back to the tent and laid outside on the ground sheet. The sun was setting and we were watching the stars come out when she glanced at me with that twinkle in her eye and said “I don’t know about you but I really fancy a wank.” I giggled and nodded and we scrambled into the tent. She started. .. but it was so so much thicker. She looked at me one final time for final confirmation as she began softly kissing his lower shaft looking back at me to check I was alright before she worked up to put the tip in her mouth... “like this?” She said... like it? I thought I’d been fantasising about this for years. Not to say it wasn’t a bit strange to see my gf of 5 years swirling a huge tip in her mouth for 5 minutes whilst she rubbed my crotch. Chloe suggested we might be more comfortable.