Standing as far away from the car door as possible, she reached out with the stick and tried to tap it… and missed. Gritting her teeth she reached o...t again, bending forward just a little more… and connected. The bug flew upwards… and straight towards her. Shrieking wildly she swing the stick up and down, trying to hit it and keep it from coming anywhere near her. She must have because it was there one moment and gone the next… curiously she looked on the ground for the big leggy thing but. I feel, I kiss you hard, urgently, with my fever of madness. All around us, a wild celebration has erupted but we don't really notice. Falling to the mossy forest floor, I lay down with you, rolling you onto your back; I spread thighs wide open, your swollen sex exposed for all to see. I feel your nails rake my back, perhaps blood is drawn, but the pain only adds to the pleasure of the moment. I lick the sweat from your belly as your writhe upon the ground. And then I move my head to where my. Everybody has their own pre-game preparations that they go through, personal time to get them into game mentality, and I stepped away from everybody and started on my routines. I liked to stand with my toes on the chalk of the sidelines and stare out onto the field, setting up my own imaginary borders. I liked to think of myself as a benevolent dictator of my territory, allowing transgressors reasonably safe passage, unless they were carrying contraband in the form of a soccer ball. In that. She leant forward put her hand on my hip and kissed me lightly on my check. I almost fainted, overcome with desire and lust. I tried to pull myself together and set about showing her into my flat and pouring her a drink. My male self would never have had got a chance with such a beauty.We sat, talked and drank for about an hour. It was wonderful to be alone with her and enjoy her on my own, but agony, as I wanted to find out if something was going to happen. I wanted her. After a couple of.