Kirby's was by the edge of the main road so as soon as she passed by theold drive-in she had to make an immediate left into the cleared fieldthat serv...d as a parking lot. The windows were tinted a dark shade.Probably a relic from the time when places like this had to stay asinnocuous as possible to avoid attracting the attention of the loudmouthswho condemned it, except for when they were sneaking in to scratch theirparticular itch.She parked the big truck, opened the door and slung herself. "Then I'll make you some breakfast." Bartley replied with a smile and patted her shapely bare bottom as it disappeared from the bedroom.The shower floor was wet, which curiously always slightly annoyed Wendy, and the full length mirror was steamed up. She slowly and carefully wiped the condensation off of it and sized up her naked reflection, before stepping under the hot, soothing jets of water. Wendy looked good, and although, alas, sadly as most women, she often saw her perceived physical. He had to get the timing right. It felt as if he was walking along a cliff path, trying to go as close to the edge as possible, but without falling over, until the final moment.The girl withdrew her two lubricated fingers, brushing them together and moving them apart, showing a little string of fluid connecting them. As if in sympathy, as Tom squeezed his firm base, a little drop of his own clear liquid oozed out, and gradually ran down the length of his cock onto his fingers. He gazed at the. We had plenty of make out sessions when we could and she would let me touch her outside of her clothes and she would give me a hand job while we kissed but always cover my cock head with tissues before I came. Mustn't get the clothes soiled! Anyway, I didn't object to the hand job but it wasn't very satisfying as I wanted far more than that even at that age, so I decided to try a new tact. After all, in just a few days, by all accounts, my mom would give me whatever I wanted sexually, and.