Among the guys, you had a reputation for being pretty wild... but more importantly, you had a reputation for being really tight. The fact that you had... a rep for being tight, well, said a lot about you.You're still in your party garb: a snug grayish-white tank top emblazoned with "DANCE DANCE DANCE" in various shades of pink that hugs your thin, petite frame, a pair of tight short-shorts you made from an old pair of jeans you outgrew. They are so short white fabric of the pockets protrudes from. The woman is bent over the tree, the male behind her steadily thrusting inside of her. Her moans scream pleasure, thrill, and intense pleasure. I continue walking, slowly, they have not seen me yet. I step off the trail slightly but continue to gaze on these lovers in the forest. Who are they? Are they lovers? Did they find each other on the trail? They fuck like they are new lovers, you can see the lust in his eyes as he fucks her, he looks as if he is still amazed by her and has not found all. While the schoolgirl was occupied, the man dipped into his pocket and retrieved a leather collar, beautifully stitched and banded with silver in the middle, an engraved ring dangling from the middle front. At the sight of the collar, his companion knelt gracefully on the richly patterned rug, tilting her chin up to expose her slender neck, skirt hiking up over her buttocks to reveal a delicate black lace garter belt and matching thong. Holding her hair off her neck with one hand, he deftly. ‘Come on now, don’t be like that. It’s been fourteen months. Have you even gone on a date since then?’ ‘That’s your business how, exactly?’ She stood up and towered over me. Man I hated that. Being eight inches shorter than your baby sister sucks. Add three inch heels and it really sucked. ‘Listen here, Stumpy. It’s time to get moving, she has.’ ‘Well yeah, but in all fairness she started way before me. Almost a year, before I caught them. So she’s what, got almost two and a half years on me..