Yes the ‘real thing’ for me is seeing girls for real, either out my window, through a fence, sitting in my van in my mac or standing on the street...in my mac. That’s the real thing for a life-long dedicated solo-sex wanker. So it’s a joy to see these lovely girls wearing such sexy outfits, much more than I normally get to see. Us pervs are ogling, one is jerking through the holes in his coat pocket, quite obviously, ogling the girls then looking round to see if anyone’s noticed him. Later I see. The weather was fine, it had been very dry and this day was warm and sunny. Roy hefted his pack onto his broad shoulders and grabbed his hiking pole. They set off up the trail at a leisurely pace. The trail wound up a mountain stream valley and out to a grassy plateau, elevation about 11,000 feet. Roy walked behind Sam and enjoyed her fine tight ass swaying rhythmically … he found himself losing track of where he was on the normally familiar trail. They walked for 40 minutes and came upon a. Right, Angel?" Um, right," answered a highly aroused Katherine. After the initial shock of being spanked wore off, she began to find the smacks quite pleasurable, in a weird way. It was just like the night before - the pain of the spankings only heightened her pleasure. If anything, she wanted Suzanne to spank harder, but she couldn't figure out how to convey that without Susan possibly overhearing. She was so ready to orgasm that it was all she could do to not thrust her butt up in the air. I didn’t even know that fan was there until a second ago. I saw if first in my memory. It can’t have been a dream. But I’ve never been with a woman. I would have remembered. I lay down on the bed, still wearing the stranger’s thong. I was more aroused than I could ever remember and pulled the thong to one side. It was already wet with the juices from my own pussy. My finger found my clit behind its protective sheath and began to circle it slowly. My memories were lasting longer now but I still.