The summer passed by without a repeat though I am embarrassed to admit that more than once I returned to the same secluded part of my yard and went th...ough the same routine of crawling around on all fours pretending to pull weeds while letting my loose-fitting work jeans slide down off of my hips exposing my ass in hopes that he’d see me again and was then relieved when nothing happened and I returned to the house. I don’t consider myself to be gay and I’d never been fucked in my ass before. I choke them back and hope that he hasn’t noticed. If he has, he is kind enough not to comment.“Right, well before we do anything, I’m going to put the kettle on. You look like you could do with a hot drink, and I haven’t had a coffee since the rest of them went out this morning,” he informs me.I suddenly look wary at the news that we are alone, which he picks up on.“My son should be back fairly soon,” he adds. “He’s playing football, though I am surprised it wasn’t cancelled with how cold it. We gradually fall to the bed, and with you on top, you start to kiss me and slowly start to grind your mound into mine, allowing me to feel your manhood. I slide my hands under your shirt and gently rub your back, as we kiss. You start to move your way down my body, kissing me with little soft kisses, from my neck down to my shoulders… and my breasts. You linger on my breasts, moving to my right nipple, as you start to lick and nibble, while rolling my left nipple between your fingers. I. He kissed the top of her plump mound and worked his way up her stomach. She let out another soft moan. As he reached her firm breasts and still erect nipples with his tongue, he slid his hand slowly up her thigh. He lightly ran the tip of his fingers along the outer edges of her soft slit before easing the tip of one finger between the moist soft walls. He massaged her clit while her moans got louder and more consistent. Damian felt a rush of moisture between her legs as he worked his tongue.