She dove into her lettuce and tomatoes in response."I'm so glad you're not like that, Sarah. You're a good girl."That same twitch again, and this time...it was definitely lower than her tummy. Well, why not? She was a good girl, and proud of it! She happily devoured her chicken sandwich.After dinner it was time for the movie. They got in his Chevy and went to the drive-in.The ticket attendant took Paul's money, and waved them through to the huge field in front of the screen. Sarah liked to park. The last time I bathed instead of showering was when I was 10 and I wasn't planning to change this today, but maybe I should consider doing so in one of the next days...I spread my legs widely and touched my labia with my left hand, used middle and ring finger to spread them apart as well, thereby allowing the water bathing my pink button again. Rhythmical sighs escaped my lips in response to the steady feeling of warm, wet, foreign touches on my lust organ and I felt like I was in heaven. Not. I stopped him from moving as I gently mashed my own hardon, covered in just my suit trousers (and underwear, of course), along the valley at the centre of his bare ass.His hard cheeks flexing strongly to deny me access, but only serving to make the sensation feel even better, it felt really good.My chin rested on his shoulder, and rubbed against the velvety softness of his hoody, breathing in the lynx deodorant mixed to his sweat and cigarette smoke that permeated his body.Fuck I never thought. She had a slender body that was covered only by an orange, beach dress, and a pair of dark sunglasses on her face. The whole thing held up on her body by a pair of straps tied at the back of her neck. The wind wasn’t too strong, but a flowing dress like that blew around her with very little effort. As she walked past me, only a couple yards from where I stood, the light caught her dress in a way that let me see almost right through it. I hadn’t meant to stare at her, but I noticed she hadn’t.