The Head Girl swiftly lifts her skirt and, using her hand, puts my knob in contact with her pussy. Less frantically, she grinds and in doing so I feel...my dick getting wet.Eventually I break a very erotic French kiss and guide her to the centre of the rugby pitch. Already in place is a thick rug. Victoria doesn’t complain as I push her shoulders down. Kneeling she knows what I want.I watch as her mouth opens which allows me to slip in. Eagerly she bobs her head. I remove my shirt and cup her. If it wasn't for David, I have no doubts that you and I could've been happy together forever." I dunno about 'forever'."Amber frowned. "You saying I'm not good enough to be one of your compatible souls anymore?" What? No, no." I sighed and stared at my hands in my lap. "I'm more bemoaning my own poor track record and glumly pondering my innate ability to fuck things up well before 'forever' actually comes around. Every time I start to feel truly happy, begin to let myself believe that things. . and strong.Her hands were starting to slip inside the legs of my shorts which in fairness were quite long and I took her affection in the manner it was intended, she smiled at me as I finished my drink.. “Shall I get refills Jerry?” she asked as she pulled away from me and finished her own drink, I let out a boyish giggle as she did that seductive thing with her tongue on the straw, Wow!“Mmm, yes please miss” I replied returning her smile and she stood up and took my glass, “You can take your. At first, when I was younger, I needed to drink water right after to rinse it all down but now I don’t mind leaving it, except when I worry about my after-breath. Bourbon or Scotch seems to take care of that anyway, either the smell or the worry.What I don’t like is taking it on my face. Oh, I do it on occasion, my husband’s birthday for instance, or maybe Valentine’s Day, but I don’t like it and rarely give in to it. Taking it in my mouth feels empowering, I remain in control, on my face feels.