I tried the first until I ripped out two pairs of pants and the buttons popped on of my blouses leaving me sitting at the breakfast table one morning ...with my tits hanging out. When I saw what I looked like in my mother's old clothes, I suggested the third option and was politely told by my father that I could do anything I wanted when I turned 18 and had enough bail money saved up.Needless to say, when I had just walked into the cafeteria that first day of school wearing baggy blue jeans and a. Her walls tightened around me. I could hear the wetness of her cunt slicking between the two of us. Emma’s hands seized mine, locking them tight around her firm breasts before she made me squeeze. Her whole throat opened with a groan that made my blood burn. I could feel her grinding her clit into my pelvis with every impacted thrust, every deep, satisfying moan bringing us both closer to the edge. The effort to resist was immense. I lay panting with the exertion when she dropped her lips to. I've actually had sex there twice: once with my husband and the other with a guy I met about five years ago. That account is another journal entry on here. I biked to that spot then grabbed my water and hiked to the area where there’s a picnic table. I sat, taking in the beauty of the day and nature, and a few people walked by. I said “Hi” to a mom with two kids and I was ready to leave when I heard the noise of a biker. I turned and the man said, “Sorry to startle you.”“I’m not sure you’re. Every muscle in my body is flexed like a jungle cat. I pace slowly, stalking. You take my breath away with your sexual movements on the bed, but I know you are looking at me. I can see the effect my slow approach is having on you. Your thighs rub together and your nipples become the red hot pokers that I long to latch onto and nurse from.This is the time I am in control, and I am taking advantage of it — taking advantage of the gift that is you, you giving yourself to me in this way. You know.