She hissed as the cold water reached up to cool parts that had to be red and swollen from our sex before relaxing into my arms as we kissed.My fingers...were still moving between her legs cleaning her pussy when her hands went to my cock. "This was much larger in your tent," she laughed."The water's cold," I replied with a laugh of my own.We spent long minutes in the stream. I turned her to press her back against my chest so I could reach around to grasp and knead her tits. Luckily they hadn't. One occasion, however, went farther than my wildest dreams could ever imagine while asking Sheryl’s mother if she could come visit.Then, cell phones weren’t nearly as dependable and advanced as they are now, and with the expensive minutes, we spent most of our time communicating via MSN since it was free. It was a typical Thursday afternoon and I was done with classes for the day. My roommate played baseball for the university so his afternoons were spent at practice. It was pretty rare to get. "That hurt worse than the "You shouldn't be here;" I'm not sure why.I wavered between bursting into tears and bursting into a rant. I triedto keep cool and said, as I turned on the hot faucet and started washingmy hands, "I have every right to be here. It would be indecent forme to go to the men's room, and they don't have enough stalls there,and I c-can't..." I was going to say "can't pee standing up," but Iburst into sobs that were only partly drowned out by the water faucets.Mrs. Dirksen. The windows in the car were completely steamed up and it sure was a good thing as otherwise Rob would be treating his neighbours to quite a show! Jane moved her groin up close to him and while staring directly into his eyes she lowered herself down onto his throbbing penis. She was wetter than earlier and he slipped in easily as her tight hole squeezed down on him. She leaned back away from him and rested her back on the steering wheel, drawing her knees up so her feet rested on the seat either.