I paddled the boat thinking we were going to the same spot as last time, and watched as Rita slipped her hands into her pants and fingered herself.“Oh god Randy hurry up and get there please, I need you, my pussy needs you!”I paddled faster while watching her pleasure herself right in front of me, not wanting to look away. When we got to the other side of the lake Rita stripped her clothes off and stuffed them into the backpack and I followed suit. She left the backpack and grabbed my hand and. Jay looked across at me with a smile and simply said, ‘I enjoyed that.' I realised then that I did, too. I enjoyed it a lot. As we headed down the road, Jay unbuttoned her top completely to expose her beautiful round breasts for my pleasure. And for anyone else that could see into the car. I had to concentrate on driving, but the sight of her abandonment had my cock straining hard at my jeans. There were a few picnic areas not far off this road, and I was thinking about pulling off after a few. Soon she gets cold and asks me to roll the windows up. I turn on the heater on low. My house was far, she puts her knees on the dash and slouches down, Her sundress slides down showing her lovely thighs. I put my hand on her thigh and caress it up and down. I glance at her, she looks at me and bites her lower lip. I squeeze her thigh. Looking at the road, my hands move towards her upper thighs, I start making circles with the tip of my finger on her inner thigh. Her breath gets heavy and she. "Em, I wish we could go back. I wish I could hold you like I used to do. I would give anything to have you smile at me again." Why are you here, Mooney? What is it you want from me?" I don't know. I only know that I had to see you again. I have thought of you every day since I left school. I can't stop thinking of you." That is your misfortune," I told him harshly. "How dare you come here? Who do you think you are? I was content to live my life. Why did you do this?" I detested the tremor in my.
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