He snapped it open, removed the container and lay the contents on some grass. She came to him, knelt and examined his cock in the lantern light. Touch...ng it. Grabbing it. Kissing it. Licking it. The last made the most impact, making it bounce and twitch and harden further. Her other hand, not touching him, revealed a condom packet. “I was a girl scout,” she giggled.“Definitely prepared. But you’re not quite yet.”“What?”“Wait on the condom.” He lay down. “Straddle my face.”“Not so lame,” she. "I'm surprised you noticed me," she said, "humans rarely come here and when they do, they never bother to see me." Why is that?" I asked."Because they aren't looking," she said."I wasn't looking for you," I told her, "I was just wandering through the woods." It really doesn't matter, it is just strange that you can see me," she stopped only a few feet from me and looked up at me. The top of her head didn't even fully reach my waist."So what are you then?" I asked."I've been called lots of. When we stepped out from the cornfield, we professed our love for each other. We held each other, not wanting to let go when a car pulled alongside. It was our mothers.“Get in you two. We’re taking you home.”When we got back to my house, our mothers ushered us right past our father’s sitting in the living room. They didn’t say a word, but you could sense they understood. Once upstairs, we were ushered to the master bathroom and mom started filling the jacuzzi tub with warm water. Mrs. McKenzie. “Red or white or maybe a soft drink?” Sandra had appeared from the kitchen. She looked stunning, a beautiful figure encased in a slinky long dress with a long slit up the side showing her shapely leg.I accepted a large glass of a very good red wine and sat chatting with my new friends and their guests for about half an hour before the conversation turned to the subject of sex. Sandra was obviously used to being in the company of the three men John had invited to the party. She showed no.