She was squirming and twisting her body, her butt rubbing on my crotch as she tried to get away from my grip. She spun in my arms, facing me and tripp...d over her own feet. As she lost her footing she grabbed my shoulders to keep from falling but we both ended up in a tangle of arms and legs, crashing to the grass. When we stopped bouncing we were in the classic missionary sex position, I was lying between her spread legs, my cock pressed firmly into the junction of her thighs. It took only a. Her hands returned to her lap and rubbed against the soft satin of her panties. She expected to hear the sound of his zipper as he pulled himself free of the confining denim pants, but instead his hand came to rest atop her own. It made no effort to move of its own will. Instead, he followed every motion that she made, as though he wished to learn every step of this new and enticing dance. She closed her eyes and her mouth opened slightly.The stranger now gripped her by the wrist and pulled. If I went somewhere and was stopped I had no way to prove who I was and no reasonable explanation of why I was dressed as I was. I had this awful vision of me standing before the judge in all my confined and translucent glory saying "yes your honor I am your 14 year old daughter's teacher". (No matter what, the risk was just too great!) Then suddenly, without warning the flood gates opened, the emotions that I had been fighting so hard to maintain control of for so long released . ” She grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls him to her.Alan cannot resist. He lightly kisses his way down the side of her plump cunt lips.“Bastard,” she hisses and pulls tighter on his hair, shifting on the cushion.He shuffles, taking advantage of the extra space between her legs, which has the effect of opening her outer lips to reveal her sweet center. He uses his tongue to part those folds and savor her taste. Debbie sighs. He traces the outlines between her outer and inner folds, detouring.