"Where are you going," called out Saul. I pirouetted as I walked and called back that I was taking a pee. Thanks Saul. Now I had cover. "Should have g...ne in the lake," said Mike. "Eew," replied Lisa, "Tell me you didn't." Closer and closer I got. Their conversation continued as I reached the tree line. I felt sure I'd seen a flash of jeans and trainers through the leaves. Ten yards, eight, six. My heart was beating--what or who would I find? Then I saw his face through the trees. "Hello," I. He keeps his rhythm long and uneven. Crysta pants, silently begging for relief from his teasing. He holds her hips in his hands, watching his manhood disappear time and time again. A sheen of sweat forms on her pearly white skin. She is the most delicious woman he has ever fucked. It's enough to keep him rigid, bigger than he's ever been. “Mrhhhm,” she says. “Mrhhhaaa.” Pride swells in his chest. Her loss of control is his doing. Marcel is careful not to give her too much, it's a heady. "I thought you'd be a bit panicked about being out in public like that." I continued."I thought so too, but for some reason it was very exciting. I felt like a temptress or a dancer at one of those clubs. The way people were staring so!" Then she surprised me and put her hands to her chest, swayed her hips, and danced subtly as if she were onstage in her wet shirt."I guess you didn't mind?" I added, mildly surprised."I know you didn't mind." She smiled bashfully. "But yeah, I enjoyed it too.". As I looked around, I noticed the woman sitting across from me was sound asleep, with her mouth wide open. I started to think about how nice that warm wet mouth would feel around my cock. It seemed that as soon as that thought raced through my mind, it raced straight down to my penis too. Almost instantly, it sprang to attention and was so hard, it felt as if it were tearing my skin. Even though my erection is only about 6 inches, The bulge it formed in my linen pants was unmistakable. At that.