..I...think...I...ohhhhhhhmmmmm,” I gasp as the spasm starts and the wetness spreads over both of us. I look down at your lap as I move back into th... passenger seat noticing the spreading wet spot on your boxers. “Sorry about that,” I say, “I didn’t realize how wet you made me. We’d probably better go get the beer and get back before they start talking.” You drive us to the party store, we pick up the beer, and head back to the party. I start faking sleepy around 9, just as the sun starts going. Pleasure flowedthrough me as I felt her soft body against mine. Looking down at her,I could see her cheeks were growing pinker and she was grippingthe newspaper tighter. I glanced around us. No one seemed to noticeor cared. It was just the two of us.I let go of the rail with one hand, and slid it down casually. I let thehand drift between us to cup one cheek of her ass. I squeezed itlightly, and I heard her inhale sharply as she pressed against it harder.When I felt her hand again, it. ‘Sometimes people go there and….’ He paused tellingly. ‘They never come back.’ ‘N-n-never?’ Betty was quite gullible and was falling quite nicely for Roy’s glib sale pitch. ‘Never!’ Roy nodded with an evil smile. ‘Look at the Thwates woman case…that old bat hiked up there to talk to the dead and was never seen again.’ ‘Oh yes, the Thwates woman.’ Betty nodded knowingly. Agatha Thwates was an aging socialite who claimed she could speak to the dead. People would see her wandering deserted. Sadly though, he had not done anything bar lead her on, all afternoon, but when she had finalised the new accommodation, and gently swung the conversation to a more sensuous subject, the lad then had revealed he batted for the other side...He was gay! Now our Wendy normally had no problems with gays…. But...Wendy wasn’t going to get her itch scratched that evening was she …well not by that lad anyhow… it had been a big mistake and she felt cheated…Gritting her teeth she now slid the lithe.