Your hand feels smooth as it slides up my calves, my thighs. Both of your hands are on the skin of my back (under my shirt) you slide them gently down...brushing my skin with your fingertips, you hesitate as you feel the red lace of my panties… your urge is to tear them off, but the lace is delicate against your strong hands. You slide your fingers between the panties and my skin and slowly shimmy them down my legs. I’m standing breathless before you, just looking at the way you move. You ease. His body molded into mine as we both sunk into the hallow of the tree. My cock begun tenting my trousers and I pressed myself into Micheal even more. I knew he felt my hardness as he moaned louder. His eyes weren't golden anymore, but a more heated darker color. He placed a shaky hand on my belt, and rubbed circles over my covered manhood. Damn, my cock felt like it was choking in the cotton material of my trousers, but before I decided to do anything about it, I moved my hand from tweaking. .mera lund bhi aise hi bekrar tha..mai man hi man soch rha tha ki rajni ko kaise choda jaye aur mai uske ghar par najar rakhne laga jaise ki uska pati subah kitne baje jata hai raat ko kitne baje ata hai. tabhi maine notice kiya tha ki uska pati rat ko late aata hai sharab pikar uske sath ladai bhi karta hai.. tabhi mai uske kareeb jane ko soch rha tha . Fir ek din maine apni shirt ka button tod lia aur shirt lekar uske ghar chala gya aur kha aunty please meri shirt ka button laga do to usne. Her skin, even her lips, felt cold. I was losing hope that my kisses and caresses could revive either her warmth or interest.I mumbled some excuses, and we scrambled awkwardly off the bed to be able to slip and hide under the covers. I don't know whether I thought at that stage of the night with Erna; how our desire to make love was thwarted by cold and an unhandled embarrassment. I should have felt safe in my room, on this only coolish September evening, without the numbing cold and threat of.