He didn't even wonder why she wore a garter belt when she had no stockings on.He lay down on her and started again. He only wanted one thing right now..., and that was the feel of her flesh closed around him, hot throbbing relief from this pain. He pushed in, finding resistance. If he didn't know any better he would say she had never done this before. Then he hit it and he knew.She felt torn apart. All her desire fled. Something was terribly wrong. And yet he was still pushing. Oh she wanted to. I pushed my face forwards and inhaled the musty but wonderful odour of her pussy….slowly and tentatively I extended my tongue and touched her lips…she shot forwards with a groan…….I was in trouble now but instead of going ballistic she pushed back onto my face…my tongue now went to work on her, running up and down. The taste was sensational! Dorothy was trying to move her legs apart but her tights and knickers were stopping her. So I reached down and pulled her ankle up whilst supporting her. Actually, of course, they were pretty much a normal size, but I wanted to rub in his embarrassment of being exposed in front of a girl. On the other hand, his penis was damned short, but it may had drawn up when exposed to the cool breeze.I released his hand, and he reached down to cover himself so that Helen could not see him. To add insult to injury, she was laughing like Hell at him all of this time. I picked up his pants and shorts and threw them as high as I could into a nearby tree. It. Tiffany and I had stole them from her mums beside drawer a few times and played with them. This time I tucked it in my bra. Soon finding out they have more than just one use. Later that evening after we sat down and ate, I collected my toiletries purse. Making sure my new razors and shaving cream were inside, then headed for the ladies shower building across the park. Thinking back to the last time and one of only a few, that I had attempted to shave my privates. My mother always being so.