First, I heard the snapping of plastic."Gloves," she explained, "Safety first!"Then the unmistakable sound of wet lube on warm hands.I was flat on my ...ack, leant on some pillows. My legs were spread wide apart with Linora sat in between. I knew I was safe but felt very vulnerable. She grabbed me by the cock. She didn't stroke, just held it firm and reassuringly by the base. I couldn't see her at all. With her other hands she reached for my balls, rubbing them rhythmically and sensuously in the. .. positions on the ferries were posh posts and much sought after.The trip back across the Lake was spent discussing bicycles with a Biking Club from Boston. They were on the return leg of a Boston to San Francisco cross country adventure. The legs on those guys ... and girls.We, on this trip anyway, were the youngest 'children' on board and curiosity struck after we had admired the bicyclists tickets for speeding in Montana."On the way to, or from, Butte there is this hill..." the stories all. It is all yours for the taking in any fashion you want and today was to be no exception. With my legs open You started teasing me again, first with your expert fingers and then with the buzzer vib again, knowing it to be a personal favourite of mine. My senses heightened in the darkness I felt a sharp pain on my cunt lips. Then another..then I realised, pegs! You were clipping the pegs to my sensitive pussy and then running the vibrator over them sending shock waves through my body. More. “I think I had better have a pee,” she said and went off.By the time she returned I had had enough time to adjust my stiffening dick into a vertical less obvious bulge inside my pants. I mentally told it to settle down because it was not going to have a great time. The was about her, not my dick, I told myself. She came back and sat next to me on my right side. It was early evening and the sunlight on that warm summer day was still bright and filled the room. Everything was clean and quiet and.