Well, I never pretended with Tony, he knew that I loved his dick. He would drop his pants when no one else was around and I would nuzzle his package t...rough his tight white briefs. I would inhale his musky male smell, I would kiss his penis and lick it through his briefs, then he would whip it out and I would make love to his maleness. I adored his dick and balls, I even told him so.Tony knew what I wanted, I didn't know it, but he wanted the same thing. The next time I sucked him he looked at. Wiggling in my seat, lifting up, preparing to pull my pants up again."No, don't ... not yet, please!" she coaxed. Now looking at me with a question in her eyes. "You'll still have to do something about that yes?" she asked.I laughed, "Eventually ... yes. I certainly can't go home this way," I told her, hinting that I would no doubt be sitting here stroking off again after she left."Then do it now, so I can watch you ... see it, please?" Really? You're serious? You want to watch me ... watch me,. " I giggled, "Yeah, I guess I am. He's funny, too." I continued staring at him. He was truly a sight to see with his tanned skin, coffee hair, and stunning hazel eyes. "We should probably go ahead and go to the fields, it's almost 3:25," I said to Bri. We got up and started toward the front doors. I glanced behind me to see Mr. Patterson watch us walk away, he caught my gaze and winked at me. Thirty minutes into practice and I was exhausted. A few of our team mates were late, and our coach does. We go for our usual slow walk, a necessity after a big meal. I slip my hand around your waist, letting it fall over your butt. I love the feel of this dress on your body and tell you so, you smile and return a compliment. We walk towards the river, one of our favourite short walks. We walk slowly, talking about this and that, not caring for too much. We get to the bridge and slowly walk over it to get to the other side of the river. We stop mid-point and turn to face each other. I pull you.