My boyfriend, Alan, and I had made out lots of times, but not like this. No kiss had ever been like this before. Somehow, my legs wrapped themselves...around his hips without me even knowing it. He pushed me up against the wall and was pushing into me. My arms wrapped over his huge shoulders and around his neck. His big hands stroked all over my butt, pulling me tight. I was wiggling against him, moaning, seriously making out with him, and loving every minute of it.He fingers hooked into. He is hard and long and my fingernail scratches a tracing line from his testicles to his 'Glans Penis', where I feel it's opening, my fingertips sensitive lines caress as I open it wide and cause the knob to gyrate. I soon realize I need a fuck and turn to face this sleeping fleshy pole of desire, my hand encompassing it's shaft, pleasing to the touch, thick, firm, warm and hard, my cunt wets some more, as my fingers on my free hand feel between my legs to allow me to push two fingers inside,. "Gone? What? Where?" Sandra asked.Emily didn't respond."Did you lose it somewhere?" Richard asked, trying to keep his tone gentle."No. I was... I was..." The words couldn't fit between sobs."Did someone steal it?"Emily nodded."Oh my god," Richard said quietly. The seriousness of the situation made him stop thinking for a moment. He had no idea what was going on.Sandra appeared to be just as overwhelmed. They looked at each other for a long moment."Are you hurt?" Richard asked, suddenly feeling. ’ As she approached the green house, she noticed his powerful hands lift the latch. It had to be 20 degrees and yet he didn’t wear gloves, the roughness of his hands made her loose her breath for a second. She imagined these hands holding her close. She lost track of time and space when she realized he was holding out his hand to help her up the two steps into the green house. She was amazed at the strength and warmth she felt when their hands met and could have melted when he looked into her.