An pro... fesssssion... al... pusssssy llllick... er,” Bronwen hissed in encouragement, trying to hold back her orgasm as Jessy tongue fucked her pu...sy.Bronwen’s words only urged Jessy on faster. Jessy plunged her tongue deep, then nodded up with her head as she came back, rubbing the stud in Bronwen’s clit hood with her nose. Now kneeling in the dirt between Bronwen’s legs, Jessy held Bronwen’s honey pot to her face by holding firmly to each cheek of Bronwen’s ass - trying hard to keep her. It wasn't the best play I'd ever seen, but it wasn't exactly the worst, either. What mattered was that Mark and I were together, doing something besides lusting for each other in a darkened hotel room. But about halfway through the play, he put his arm on the rest between us, and I reached over in the dark and placed his hand on my knee. Out of my peripheral vision, I could see him look at me. I kept my eyes on the stage, but gave him a warm smile.When the play ended, we followed the audience. Just a few feet in I’d take them off, usually throwing them over my shoulder. I always wore pants as a teen. I was extremely thin during that time, so to hide how scrawny I was. I wore pants and a jacket almost everywhere. The jacket would be the next to come off, so I would be walking in a t-shirt, underwear, and my sneakers. Depending on my mood I’d find a place to sit and play. Wearing so little outdoors, my cock would be hard with excitement and it felt so good to take it out and gently. In the middle of that foundation was a more modern piece of brickwork.Modern, of course, is relative. These bricks had been exposed to the elements for at least a hundred years, but they were machine-made, kiln-fired bricks rather than the hand-made, sun-dried bricks that had once been the foundation of the house. Years of wind and rain had worn those soft bricks down to the point where only one or two courses still stood above ground level.With the strength that comes from the kiln, however,.