"you're thinking about sex aren't you? she asked"how can i not have those kind of thoughts I'm a guy i often think about things i can't do" I told her....She walked up to me."thoughts lead to action,I love action" she said. she wraps her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine her phone rang and she reached over and pushed it off the table near the couch i tried to push her away but she wouldn't stop kissing me her lips seemed super glued to mine i just wrapped my arms around her. Every 10 or 15 minutes I found myself looking atmy watch and conjuring up new images, new snippets ofconversation... Were they talking about me? What exactly wasLinda telling him about our relationship, our marriage? Whateverthe details, I just knew it centered on sex. I'd successfully fought off the urge to masturbate. Right now,though, I decided to change my underwear. After repeatedtumescence, they were sticky with pre-cum. God, this was the weirdest conglomeration of. Like all adolescent k**s the talk soon moved onto girls and soon all our cocks were straining against our shorts, One guy said 'fuck it, I need a wank' and pulled his shorts down and started to play with his rock hard cock, well within minutes we were all wanking and laughing and then the same guy said he had heard it felt different if someone else wanked you so again within minutes we were all laid in a circle on the grass busy stroking each others cocks and struggling not to cum.But then I. Once there, I unbuttoned her shorts and quickly pushed them down her legs, leaving just a tiny white thong covering her naked pussy. I quickly took off the rest of my clothes and let Taya see my fully erect cock. She licked her lips and gently stroked the underside from the base to the head with her fingernails, which caused my cock to jump. I dropped to my knees, which put me face to face with her thong-covered pussy. I could see her slit through the wet spot, which I noticed was moistening.