He handed me the glass and I drank it down again, I wanted to go and then I realized his hand was on my thigh, just under the hem of my skirt, softly ...troking softly in an upward motion, each time getting a little higher, each time I obliged by opening my legs a little wider.Jim came back to the table and I covered his uncle's hand with mine, not pushing him away, just covering it and squeezing it as he felt around and I enjoyed the feeling of being felt.In the taxi back, which was a short. I kissed her neck as she laid silently on the bed, her dress now discarded on the floor, the red lace hugging her curves. I remove my shirt and kiss her neck again, my hand slipping underneath the waistband of her panties, rubbing in circles over her already moist pussy. I sit up and undo my pants, my cock revealing itself as it slips out of the top. I grab her waist and turn her over, pulling her ass up to the perfect height. She spreads her legs and I tease her pussy with the tip of my cock,. She could almost see twp or three of the naughtier boys playing with there cocks and she knew that some girls took the opportunity of a quick “finger job” and some very heavy petting by some of her friends with boys . All very discrete of course but Meg could sense the excitement of those days as she finally reach the place she called “the swimming place”.No one called it anything else. It had no name other than that . It was a place for teenagers and no adult ever bothered them thereThe. I must have beaconed the onlookers closer, inviting them to touch and explore. I felt many hands on my body, some soft and others rough, moving everywhere. The space around me was filled with naked flesh. I remained, allowing and enjoying the feelings that were sweeping over me. My breasts were squeezed and pressed hard and I felt fingers other than my own begin exploring my pussy, fingers going between my labia and into my sex. My eyes remained open, looking around but still not recognizing or.