"I just follow your lead."Jen accepted his kiss for a moment but shifted backward before things got out of hand again."You know, you're not the only p...rson I've done that with," she said. "I don't screw around but I've had other boyfriends." I know," Brock said."So I can tell you that it isn't just me," she said. "Even the first time we did it, it was really, really good. I worried that I had looked forward to it for so long that it wouldn't live up to my fantasies. Well, it did. And it has. .Nothing. But the little white Ford was there, but no one in it. I went back twice more and no cowboy but the Ford car was there. So I just waited until the owner came back. (Me being nosey) I waited for ages and was going to go home when a woman came into view with a little white Scotty dog. She was about 60 – 65. Not very tall and quite plump. She was wearing one of those raincoats 1950's detectives used to wear. I thought 'shit' she was just taking her dog for a walk. Then I noticed her. I didn't have enough information to decide, so I concluded that the only option was to pull away, call him a sick, twisted, freak, and move on. But, just as I was about to do that, I got the extra piece of information I needed. It was subtle, but it was definitely there. Because I was resisting lowering my head any further, Gary was pushing his cock up towards the surface of the water with his hips. That was no joke! The other guys couldn't see he was doing it, but the movement was definite,. ”Thwack, Thwack. One per cheek. Two beautiful handprints. Two delicious groans. One puddle of pussy juice running onto my leg. She was in heaven and I was right behind her … literally.I built up a steady rhythm on those peach-perfect cheeks, and when I stopped, the groan of complaint was short-lived as I popped two fingers of one hand into her pussy, and the index finger of the other hand, lubricated with her juices, into that magic place between her arse-cheeks.I’ve seen and heard a few.