That is her hand upon my erect flesh, stroking me. It is not my hand. And that is my tongue now exploring her moist and hidden recesses, not her own h...nd or some object penetrating her. That is my mouth, those are my lips sucking her labia into my mouth, caressing them with my tongue. That is my tongue drawing designs upon her clitoris, writing letter by letter upon it to spell out my silent messages to her. I have no need for words as my tongue writes my story upon her body.She is magic, I. I whispered my fears to Vanya as my eyes darted about wildly to see if anybody was staring at me - which they weren't - and she chuckled softly, then told me not to be silly. With the car keys shut away in Vanya's handbag I suddenly felt very exposed: there was nowhere to run now the car was locked.I reached for her hand but she avoided mine saying, "Do you think it would look right for two grown women to be walking hand in hand, Jane?" She was right, of course and I tried to get my mind around. "Honey, I'm curious." She replied."Not now Babe. I don't want to talk about some ghost of a Lady while you're in my arms and their's a full Moon. Can't it wait a while?" He asked."Tell me and then we'll go under the Board Walk and make out". She said"How did you know about the Board Walk?" He asked."Fran told me about it a long time ago, but I wanted to wait until I felt the time was right. And now the time is right honey." She replied."You're ready tonight. I didn't expect this so soon. Are. The beginning of the open wire fence was next to me. I was not aware of Wendy's presence until I noticed a small rustling noise beside and behind me. From the corner of my eye, I could see Wendy's face, almost at ground level, only two or three feet away, looking up at me.Pretending not to have seen her, I continued my work, adjusting my stance to facilitate a better view of my cock and balls, fully clean-shaven as usual. I do not know how long she stayed there, but when I glanced a few minutes.