There was a clearing around us, as if everyone was avoiding touching our naked bodies.Most of them were grabbing looks at us as they passed, of course.... Carl looked down at me, smiling, his hand slipping farther around toward my back, drawing me closer, and I willingly yielded in response to the pressure. His cock touched me, slid upwards, painting a stripe of pre-cum up my naked stomach as I drew closer to the warmth of his naked body.I was so happy and excited my eyes threatened to tear up! It. She knew I was watching. She could almost see the lust in my eyes, even though she never once acknowledged my existence. I could see her adjust her hair and expose her delicious, almost edible neck to me. My cock forgot what it felt like to not be hard, as it continuously throbbed. I had to keep my bag firmly over it to avoid completely confessing my perversion. This routine would continue everyday, with her dragging her fingers across her body... Slowly dragging her skirt higher up and letting. "Hey slow down a little huh, grass and heels are not a good mix." Oh... sorry. Sure, you okay?" "Yes I'm fine...um..." Her eyes looked for a path across the slightlyboggy ground and she slipped slightly. He grasped her right hand withhis left as she stabilised and tip-toed across to the footpath and theykept strolling. Hands still clasped and no words spoken, though shewasseriously tempted several times. As they walked she stole littlesideways glances at him and realised she had no idea what he. She’s an addict too, you know.”“Tell you what, when I hear from the husband and learn what’s what, I’ll call you and maybe we can set a date.”“A date? For what?”“You know what it’s for. I’m going to fuck your brains out and you’re going to do the same to mine.”“Sounds like a hellofa date.”“It will be.” They were both laughing excitedly as they ended the call.At 9:45 the following morning he heard from Barry.“You were right. I guess I knew you would be. We need to talk about Scotia. How about.