She must have felt my hand too but didn’t do anything as she too felt embarrassed and wanted to ignore it. But as she was writing, she glanced aroun...d to take a peek and smiled when she noticed a small tent near my crotch. Seeing her smile gave me a green signal and moved my hand just a little(I was sitting alone in the last seat, so no one noticed) so that my hand was fully under one of her boobs and started pressing it. She didn’t say anything at first, but I knew that she was enjoying it as. I gasp in ecstasy as you touch me. I turn you and kiss you hard and passionately on the mouth, my tongue probing for yours, melding us together, and joining us in soft pleasure. I have my hands on your bottom and push your hips I to mine, crushing your soft mound to my throbbing bulge. The water runs over our mouths and closed eyes, you arms are about my neck, our mouths are wet and soft on one another. I fall to my knees, unable to hold back any longer, and pressing tou back against the tiled. When I mentioned this to Caitlyn, she insisted we go get it, so we swung by my room to pick it up. After that we made our way over to the park. Caitlyn took us to a quiet area where there were few people about. She picked a nice spot in the shade of a beech tree and began setting things up.I asked if she needed any help, but was shooed away. Soon she had set out a blanket for us to sit on, as well as plates of various sandwiches, some fruits, and all sorts of tasty little morsels. She seemed to. He does not falter. He continues. Following the rules again. Until there is another touch. Then another, mixed in between caresses that the rules deem appropriate. Their temperatures rise in tandem. Facing no resistance, no reprimand, his hands become bold. Has he given pleasure like this before? She wonders. She smiles. She does not care. It does not matter because nothing exists but her body and his hands. Has she received pleasure like this before? He wonders. He smiles. He does not care..