.." she moaned, the small cry ripped from her lips by the wind.She looked at the horizon. It went up and down with the pitching of the boat and around...with the spinning of her senses. She shut her eyes against the wind and sun and fresh air and braced her legs wider apart, unable to keep herself from tipping her pelvis forward and up to push her pussy right against his face.She felt his fingertips massaging her bloated cunt-lips. She felt the stickiness between her petals go slick and oily with. I wish I could see ghosts like that. Getting a scare at 3 AM because Carol walks past the bathroom mirror when I’m washing my face in the dark is the shittiest ghost story imaginable. I could kill her when she does that.”We laughed and she said, “So, how many times did you masturbate watching them?”“Huh, what? None! It was the library!”“They didn’t let that stop them. Hell, I never let it stop me. Like this one time I came across these two gorgeous men in the stacks taking turns blowing each. West-Central had a pretty good football program and they had defeated their opening day patsy thirty-five to ten. Most home games had a dance afterward in the gym, and the band was set up to play for their own school for the first time. Everyone had heard of them, but most hadn't actually heard them play. Some eyes were to be opened for sure.The band was first introduced by Jan Simmons who was the student council president. "You've heard a lot about these guys. They've been in the newspapers,. Not once did she look around and it was only a minute before I saw the naked chest of a well muscled young man approach us stealthily through the undergrowth. The man appeared to be in his late twenties, he had the lean muscular build of a cyclist and was wearing just jeans and trainers, his top now tied round his waist. After a curtesy glance in his direction to let him know I was aware of his presence I gave him a grin and Theresa carried on sucking me oblivious to our audience. He was now.