Your eyes pull me closer, daring me to touch that spark and be warmed. Walking among the trees, we talk about our plans, the day, how beautiful it is,...you turn to lift me on to a stump so I face you. You slip your hands under my dress, I smile ever so mischievously as you hands find that I have forgotten my underwear. As your hands explore, so do mine….I run my hands through your hair, over your shoulders, play in the dark and silver curls on your chest. My hands work over your body, finding my. "Oh stop whining. At least you remembered to put on some underwear." If I had known it would be this cold I would of put on a hell of a lot more than this skimpy cheerleader's outfit. Or better still, I would have stayed at home in bed with Clifford." Well you can leave if you want. Of course if you did then I would have no chance of becoming a cheerleader, which means I wouldn't get to screw Angus and then Cliffy would lose his dare, so it will be me being kept warm by his hot bod instead of. Our lips locked, and there was no turning back. My seatbelt was off and I slowly pushed her back down onto the seat. The deepest kissing I’d ever done in my life, for damn sure. While my tongue was exploring tate’s mouth my hands were exploring down from her sides to that amazing ass of hers, caressing and squeezing. Her moans of my hands teasing her wetness through her skirt kept driving me crazy and I crept my hand up between her legs to her thong and began slightly rubbing my fingertips. Oscar hastily pulled up the duvet to cover himself, pretending to sleep while remaining vigilant to Harry. The sound of another grunt eased his tension and he pushed the covers off once more, peering down. He was astonished by how large he appeared to be. His cock was engorged more than it had ever been, the veins defined prominently and a pulse evident, even in the dim light. His foreskin was almost entirely retracted, the bulbous head poking out as a purply-red pool ball being pushed through.