Oh man war sie feucht. Das Kleid konnte nichts verbergen, schon durchs herantasten mit meinem Rüssel entstand ein großer feuchter Fleck in ihrer Sch...mgegend. Ich schnaufte und blies dagegen und erntete ein stöhnen aus tiefster Kehle. Sie war total scharf auf mich, oder hatte sie der vorangegangene Akt so erregt, dass war nicht zu übersehen und zu überschnüffeln. Kaum zu glauben, so ein junges hübsches Ding, wurde heiß beim Anblick eines Deckaktes. Doch viel mehr Gedanken konnte ich mir nicht. “You gotta tell me if I do it right.”I shake my head. “Fine. Here roll over on your stomach.” He does. “Alright lift up.” He arches his back, and I slide a fist under him. “Try that.” I instruct. He looks over at me curiously, then lowers his dick into the hole in my hands. “Ok start pumping.”He tries thrusting some, but its incredibly awkward. He stops. “You try.” He says, cupping his hands around my dick. I roll over.“Start slow, like this.” I say, slowly sliding all the way down, balls. And I am back to filling up those cups.Almost to the point where “the cup runneth over”. I am excited, confused, and horny as hell. If she knows, why is she putting the bra back in action? I don’t know what to think anymore.Friday we get out of school early. When I get home my mom says don’t eat anything, I want to take you to the park and have a picnic a little later this afternoon. What is this mean? About three o’clock Mon calls me and said lets go. I get in the car and the first thing I. Work was not too busy and I finished up a major project under budget. Traffic was a bit lighter than usual which got home a little early - and that always puts me in a good mood.I parked the car in the driveway and caught a whiff of someone's dinner being prepared. Salmon ... clams ... garlic ... My stomach grumbled pleadingly as the heady aromas filled my head. I was choosing whether to cook or get take-out as I walked to the door, but as the aromas increased when I unlocked the door ... I.