There could be fireworks blasting or a carnival happening just below them and Cynthia wouldn’t notice. She is lost in the succulent exploration of h...r teacher’s mouth as her hands glide down his chest to wrap around his big member. Not really caring if they are seen or not, she lets his the man guide her hands, her tongue swirling with his as they work his turgid length. One of his hands leaves her, and in an instant, the tip of his finger is rubbing languidly over her clit to work it in tight. The wide lace tops an invitation as the black nylon clings to your soft sexy legs. She notices me watch and curls just a little closer to you as you keep your eyes locked to mine. I light a cigarette as you finally break the silence with that naughty tone already in your voice. “we were just playing dressup a little, baby” you whisper to me as you pickup a pair of bright red satin panties and touch them lightly in your hands. Almost a little nervously playing with the lush fabric between your. It had been a bitch getting up the dirt driveway and then the make-shift steps to the front door (which didn’t even have a knob on it yet). “See,” he said and gave me a sweet, quick peck on my lips, “no one will see us in here.” He reached to my chest ,and started to touch me, but, it didn’t feel right. Then I realized that he was getting into the chest pocket of his jacket, which I was wearing over my girly outfit. Sam pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, then he. You call me dear, or beautiful, as if it was as much my name as my birth certificate. Every time you do I feel my soul curl like a leaf in the blessing of light, and I reach for you, full point, to kiss the lips that spoke to me. You are a secretive man with no secrets. I know everything and nothing and sometimes I wonder why. I have seen you fall to the ground, broken, and weep in my arms with all the sorrow of the world. I have seen you laugh so hard you are reduced to gasping and coughing,.