It was wall to wall people. She hovered over a newspaper stand to see the Middle East were not in the headlines. A new president was in office. Mark A...ndrews, a Republican. She spent some time just people watching. Everyone was all dressed up. Women in designer clothes, men in expensive suits, and the children in jeans and t-shirts with various sayings or pictures on them. No more levis that were torn in the knees or worn back pockets. Teen-aged girls had gone back to the preppie look. Boys. At first they had been glancing at me from time to time, monitoring my reactions, but by now their attention was devoted solely to each other.Brian was in her missionary now, gazing into her eyes and hers into his, their young, lithe bodies writing in ecstatic passion. I heard her cry out as she convulsed in what must have been the third climax in a row, then heard him announce his own climax."Yes...yes...Brian! Give it...cum in me...now, Brian!" I heard her cry out as his eyes shut hard and. She didn’t move much, Kelly held me as I held her.I felt Kelly’s breathing change. Glancing at her, I saw she was asleep. Smiling, I leaned my head back, closing my eyes so I could take a nap too.Kelly woke me up an hour later. The snow was still coming down, adding to the thick blanket covering the yard. I stretched my arms over my head, arching my back. Kelly sat up, scooted closer, and pulled my arm around her.“Want to do something?” I asked.“I have some studying to do. Maybe I should get it. I wriggled violently but only succeeded in toppling the chair sideways. After struggling for what seemed an age I managed to get on my hands and knees with the chair 'mounting' me like a dog on a bitch. Through all this the vibrator still whirred away, a blind mechanical brute gnawing away at my now sore cunny lips. I was beginning to get afraid. A smear of blood oozed down the chair seat and I started to shout for help. There was danger of damage being done.My calls were answered eventually..