After a few more minutes of this walking and kissing, we walked by the railroad tracks. And here, I decided, on what seemed to be a whim, but was prob...ably some part of my mind making plans, to lead Carrie and I this way on our journey back to her house. The minute we turned to walk down the old railroad tracks, the day moved fifteen degrees to the left. It was still pleasantly warm, but the tracks ran underneath some heavy trees with shrub to both sides, and it seemed a little cooler and. He’d like that, for them to see this, see him possessing the one whom they all believed never could be.Her taste is better than he imagined, so fresh and shameless, gliding over his tongue and down his throat. He drinks his fill of her as he works to drag her higher, battling her every step of the way. He leaves, but only to sample the yearning little nub filling with blood and begging for attention.He plays with it softly at first, bathing it with saliva as he presses gently, fingers spearing. Michael lifted her shirt up and she rose her arms so he could take it off. Her heart felt like it might explode. It was pounding as if she'd run a marathon and she pulled out his pulsating dick. Her eyes widened and she pulled back the unclipped foreskin to expose his flared purple glans."Holy fuck," she gasped. A flood of moisture soaked her needy cunt and she started to stroke him long and slow. She could feel blood pumping through his turgid shaft and her tongue slowly circled her full. 'Just one more shop, the we are done,' I said. I needed new bras, with the extra few pounds I put on I needed to be refitted. I walked into the shop and requested to have my bra size measured. The assistant I spoke to motioned young woman over. She smiled and motioned me to come into a cubicle, while my husband sat on a chair a few yards away.The shop assistant asked me to remove my shirt. I felt a little conscious and crossed my arms. She sensed my nervousness and took my arms put them out to.