His other hand was on my boobs squeezing them one by one. I took his right hand and slid it in the seam of my panty. He squeezed my bums while his lef... hand went under my t shirt and fondling my boobs as though real ones. A cpl of mins of his hands all over my ass,boobs, belly and a few kisses on my shoulders, he put both his hands on my side and pulled up my t shirt. Now I was standing there in front of him in a my padded bra n panty, feeling shy, nervous, horny excited all at the same. His eye drifted critically over the vehicles to Coverly’s roadster resplendent in the late afternoon light and envy touched his heart. What a joy to own a car like that. He went to it and touched it again, running his hand over the heavy enameled steel of the trunk, thumping it gently with his knuckle listening to the deep resonant solidity, his caress lingering as he viewed the perfection of the wheels with their heavy wooden spokes, and the smooth glistening leather of the seats. His hand. The messages between Cheryl and me got to be pretty regular, and also more personal. It was quite a turn-on for me to get this response from her, and I was pleasantly surprised that our messaging evoked an awakening of feelings within me for her. In high school, I was totally crazy about her, and I reminded her of this fact in one of my messages. In one of her emails, she told me that, when asked by some of our classmates at the reunion what her #1 favorite memory from high school was, she said. Even though it was his first time he was very skilled and she told me that is was because she had trained him on their strapon just how to do it right. His eagerness, her talking and kisses, and the thrill caused me to erupt in his first ever mouth full of cum. This did nothing though to slow things down. They kissed and shared it and then she was on him riding him for all he was worth. I crawled over and kissed them both and nibbled/bit their nipples, and caressed their bodies. He didn’t want.