John pointed to a picture in the magazine "See them? Look at what they are doing. Hey, I got an idea! Since you are dressed like a girl, let's do what...they are doing."Tom hesitated, then agreed. Staring at the picture, John instructed Tom on what to do."First, you get on your hands and knees. Now, I come behind you and grab your hips." John said, grabbing hold of Tom's hips.Tom could feel John's erection, and got nervous. John flipped up Tom's skirt and pulled down his panties. Then he unzipped. The only impression I can make is a slightly darker region where her pubic hair begins. As I look at her she asks 'What are you going to do to me?'I shake my head. 'I don't know whether to eat you out or to fuck you stupid.'She smiles and pulls my hand to her. She manipulates my fingers so that they pull her outer lips apart then pushes my hand down till my index finger hits liquid gold. She is flowingly wet and she guides my index finger into her hole. I can feel her muscles convulse and a. With the four guys who have agreed I don’t need you to help out.” He stormed off pretty pissed off. The guy who said he would help out first asked where I needed them. I looked around and there was a grouping of barricades right never the shack I said that would be a good spot. One of the other guys volunteered to take the picture so the other two went to stand by the barricades. Number two guy said I could under dress in the shack and he would walk out with me then turned his back so. My palms are resting on your chest, your hands still holding my hips from lifting me onto the tailgate. As we stare deeply into each other’s eyes, a familiar fire starts to burn, thoughts of watching the sunset all but forgotten as we embrace. My hands slide up your chest, over your shoulders to wrap around you, my legs spread apart as you step forward, your hands pulling my hips til our cores unite. Time seems to slow as our lips meet in gentle caress, hands slowly moving, stroking each.