.. like the lady who plays piano at church. Or a librarian. A teacher.’‘Ahhhh ... I see. So you want to corrupt me, then, do you?’ Kayla said, s...irking. She sank to her knees in the grass near the pond and began to work at his belt. She rubbed her face against his stomach, purring, ‘Don’t you ... brother?’‘Y-yes,’ Tony stammered, as she pulled his pants down. His underwear came with them, and now his cock was on display, straining towards his stomach. Kayla kissed the head gently, looking up at. The clerk gave me an appraising look when I went and asked for tokens then…with an appropriate amount of wiggle; strutted slowly back to the video booths.I took my good old time looking titles over on a few then found one near the rear (no pun) went in, closed the door and dropped a few tokens. One guy entered the booth on my left, hastily dropped a handful of tokens and peeked through the glory hole. I however, took my bitchy time cleaning off the seat, putting my purse down then getting a few. My thigh is a big one. But his hands covered most of my right thigh.He was enjoying my thigh. He just got bit confident and made sure that rub should make me horny. Oh man, his touch could make any guy become a gay. It was so sweet. I couldn’t control and I was thinking of my partners at my college.Yes, you read that right partner. This man’s touch made me feel them. He was still rubbing my thighs and he would get down in 20 to 30 minutes from there. I was a bit worried that he would not reach. I gasped at theintrusion, but was not overly uncomfortable, as my morning douches hadgotten me use to having something inserted into my bottom. She allowed meto relax and get use to the intrusion before she started sawing herfingers back and forth inside of me slowly stretching me and having meget used to the fingers.What ever she was trying to do to me, the effect may or may not have mademe start to involuntarily push back against her fingers, and my pushingback may have been what she was.