In his pictures he looked cute, he was tall, buzzed brown hair, sweet eyes, and a goatee and the picture of him with a sleeveless shirt showing big ta...ttooed arms didn't hurt either. We wrote back and forth about small things and decided to exchange numbers. We started texting early in the week and in getting to know each other our conversations found that we had a mutual interest in tattoos and piercings, we both had a lot of ink but he out does me in that department by a landslide having just. The smallest child said something her mother in Italian, which caused the woman to look at me, doing so brought the oddest response from her. The woman’s eyes appeared to grow as large as her daughters’ had been, and her complexion turned a distinct shade of pink, when she realised that I was looking back at her. Then grabbing both children by the hand she muttered ‘Sorry!’ In English, without the slightest trace of an accent, and then retreated from my sight between the tables of the next. Feeling your hardness swelling I unbuckle your belt and unbutton your pants, slipping my hand onto your cock over your briefs and letting your pants fall to the floor as you step out of them. I take just a fingertip and lightly brush it repeatedly against the underside of your cock head then circle it oh-so-slowly, hearing a low moan escape your lips and feeling your cock begin to twitch slightly as the cotton in between our skin combined with my teasing touches stimulates you further still. I. Sal and I walk on the path through the woods that goes right to the lake. Sal strains on his leash, marking as many trees as he can and sniffing all the wonderful smells only a dog can smell. I laugh as he comes to me, and rubs up against me, his nose poking into my pussy. I can feel his breath against me and I get a tingling sensation and my mind starts to wonder off thinking if we could find a fairly secluded spot to sit and relax and enjoy each others company.I look at Sal, and I squat down.