He leads me to a black sedan, turns me with one hand as the other hand drops from the small of my back. My back against the car and him in front of me... my hand clasped in his, one of his hands moves up and braces against the car as his other drops my hand to rest on my hip. I can feel my heart racing. My mind is going crazy with all the reasons this isn't a good idea, but my body tells of it's arousal with my hard nipples and trickling juices down my inner thigh. I gulp hard while I look up at. He moaned loudly as she massaged his manhood. He returned the favor and reached up and massaged and squeezed her breasts. After a minute had passed he pulled her down to him and began to kiss her. He held her tight as they kissed passionately. She was utterly surprised by the passion and power of his kiss, she hadnt seen him that way in years she matched his kisses with her own rising passion, kissing and biting at his lips. She slowly slid back rubbing her slit against his rod working herself. He flexed them in sets and grinned at himself as his incipient six-pack shivered. He had topped five-ten and weighed about 160 and his feet were size tens.And he was still growing, sometimes painfully, complete with stretch marks. He took a deep breath, concentrated on the PC muscles deep in his groin and then smiled and almost held his breath as he watched his long, limp cock fill and rise and his dangling scrotum swell. He moved his hips and shook it from side to side. He wouldn't tell. I know I'm going to enjoy sniffing with this harness. One thing I didn't have time to make, but I hope to tomorrow, is a wonderful lanyard to be worn around the neck where at the end is a great bottle holster. That was the most popular craft, I think. Almost everyone was making the brown bottle lanyard. Everyone is usually naked for most of the time up here and, of course, everyone is carrying at least one bottle. Some have two or more. But they all seem to feel the same way I do. Carrying.