He let me in and I didnt say a word, but he must have seen how horny I was. He started to scuffle again a little, by this he touched my already hard p...eg, and then he layed me down on the floor and fixed the upper part of my body with his knees, while his hands fondled my dick. I was extremly hot, I had masturbated since years before and I had done masturbation-games with girls in my age, but never I had had such an intense sexual experiene before in my life... I wanted him to see me and to. Off in the distance we hear some hikers going down the trail we're to far away for them to notice us and we're mostly concealed in the cave I pick up the pace I kind of want you to moan out with delight and maybe someone hears it, maybe they don't but the thought really has me turned on.I go faster and faster as you become wetter and wetter. I hear you let out a soft moan as you cum a little down my hand. I pull my finger out and slap your ass. You take a moment to steady yourself and try to. My trembling pussy milked two explosions out of him, and I had three orgasms. But the second one was actually five mini-orgasms in quick succession. So technically I had seven orgasms with him that day. That was nine years ago, and I still fondly remember every one of those trembling orgasms.I think we would have both been there all night, until sunrise, and we would have both been in big trouble with his parents, and with mine.But the field caretaker showed up to freshly mark the fading yard. André's rather effeminate aide, Ensign Hart, had become her worshipful escort to many of the local affairs and proved to be a fine dancer and terrible conversationalist, afflicted as he was with a very embarrassing stutter and, as far as Anne could tell, an interest in nothing but John André. The young man was tall, thin, and effetely handsome despite a hawk-like nose and was wonderfully uniformed, his gorget and buttons gleaming silver and hanger's hilt chased with gold. He often appeared with.