He let me stare at his dick for a few seconds and before I could ask him if I could touch it he said this to me: "There is just one rule you must foll...w at all times. You do what I tell you to do. You do it when I say and you do it how I tell you to do it. And you don't do anything I haven't told you to do. You can ask but I decide what you do. And from now on you can't touch your own dick, not even for half a second. I'll tell you when you can but you'll be waiting a while for that. You come. You head rolls back as you close your eyes and moan a little deeper. You reposition yourself so you are squatting on me. My throbbing cock is pressing between your pussy lips and poking up between us. You lick your palm and glide it over the tip and head then stroke me firmly to pump me up even more. I bite my lips and you say to me, would a nice hot wet pussy feel good right now. I nod my head yes as I gasp. You rise up and rub the tip over your pussy dipping the head in as you go. You say to. The trail we were on was relatively straight, you could see right back to the steps, and yet there was no one there. In one respect I gave a mental sigh of relief as Lisa was still unaware of what I’d done, on the other hand I felt a bit deflated, now that they were gone I couldn’t continue with the show.“You have got me all hot and horny John,” she said as she moved forward due to the path narrowing further.“Have I?”“Yes, you bloody well know you have.”“So what do you want me to do about it?”. That was another commodity the town had, besides corn, teenagers, an endless supply of teens. The farmer and his combine began to carve the maze through the forty plus acres of his corn field, the stalks which were now the golden brown that comes with autumn. It was one week before Halloween. Luckily, Indian summer warmed the air, one last brief romance before the winter snows began. Tonight at the local high school, the Harvest Moon dance was in full force. Blue jeans and tennis shoes had.