The door to the station wagon opened and the young guy stepped out closing the door behind him. We made eye contact and I kept my arm movements going...so it would be obvious I was masturbating and let him know the next move would be up to him. Slowly, he moved as if he were walking along the river bank but was in reality, edging closer to the car, lifting his head in no pretense that he was unaware that I was pulling my cock. I cupped my balls and pulled myself with hard strokes, my cock not. Be quick about it.”She kissed him again, a good kiss. His hand found her wet, wet, wet pussy. Of course he had to edge her once before she left, kissing her the whole time. She left the apartment wondering if anyone could tell she was walking funny, the taste of her own wet pussy on her lips, having licked his fingers clean like a good girl. ### When she came back, she made sure to undress at the door. Now dressed in the jeans from the night before, he kissed her at the door and then. He thrust but could not open the door. Again and again, until I could feel it beginning to give way. I relaxed a bit to expedite the insertion. To help him I began to push back myself again and again until ... FINALLY!I gasped and moaned!The feeling of him sliding in was so incredible, the hardness of his cock was actually very soft and caused me no discomfort at all. The feeling of his cock up my ass was not only physically stimulating but mentally and emotionally as well. I was being. Her hands came back up to your crotch and squeezed. She smiles up at you because she knows you're a male. Suddenly she smells something on you. She sniffs on your crotch, it wasn't what she was looking for. She sniffs on your pouch to your hands. She stopped sniffing as she got to the wooden club on your belt. She unhooks the club from your belt and brought the dried up blood stain on the club to her mouth and tasted it. She looks at you with her cat eyes, filled with rage.This looks bad.