It felt like she had a handful of coconut, all solid and hairy.She rolled her hips, widening her cunthole around on his buried prick. Her hand slipped...into her crotch, fingers splayed out, feeling around the coupling. Juice gushed out onto his cumbags, turning the outside as creamy as the inside. In the cool autumn air, little wisps of steam were wafting out of her groin.Her cunt was a sodden thing, but the inner rings were rippling nicely, making the fit pleasantly tight and snug despite all. It may not be London’s West End but they get some decent shows.’‘So I take it you are going.’‘If it’s alright with you I’d like to go. The thing is I would be away overnight, wouldn’t get back until Saturday.’‘You don’t have to ask my permission if you want to go, go. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.’I leant over, making sure that my unfettered breast rubbed against his arm. I kissed him. ‘I knew you’d say that, thank you. If we go upstairs I can thank you properly.’‘You don’t need to thank me.’‘Then. Well. I had heard that boys can get them while they sleep. Hmm, wonder what he's dreaming about, I thought. He looked so cute laying there a faint smile on his face, so young and sexy and bare except for his trunks. I stood there, my breathing increasing, looking at this young boy asleep with a hard-on, and me getting turned on.I went over to the sofa, crouched down and tickled the bottom of his foot along the arch. He woke up with a start, "UUH, oh, oh, hi, Shannon, you woke me up." Yeah, what. Mary was not sure until that week that Walt was what she was looking for. She was unsettled about her future and unsettled about who she would spend that future with. He was a pleasant man, as assuming as she was fiery. Mary wasn't certain she could live with that over the long haul. Walt always seemed to defer to her, mostly because there were only a few things he cared enough about to fight for. It was fun when they first started to date. But it had started to wear on her. She had come to.