. but this real heavy stuff now. My low flat shoes splashing across the saturated grass sloshing muddy water up my white socks... My back pack does l...ittle to protect my hair and I have given up holding it over my head by the time I reach the fence. I'm totally soaked by the time I'm squeezing through the gap in the wire where the boys sneak in to play football out of school hours.. I hasn't made much difference whether I walked or ran. I'm soaked through by the time I reach the woods.. The. The club was busy and we found a spot near the bar in a nice corner so we could have some privacy as we chatted the blond carried on the motion from before and I grew stiff under her hands my mate took her friend for a dance as I stayed and enjoyed the attention of this blond I moved my hand behind her and slowly up her skirt moving my fingers along the seem of her thong and grabbed it pulling it up hard and making sure it was tight twisted it till her lips were parted by the cloth she jerked. He held his breath when he unwrapped the box and opened it.He was surprised when he was greeted by the face of his mother, an exact duplicate down to the skin color and shape of her plump lips. Lifting the head mask out of the box, he noticed underneath that there was a similarly colored bodysuit folded neatly underneath. Setting aside the mask, he picked up the suit and was amazed at the feel of the material. It was made of a strong latex polymer that would not tear even under harsh conditions. She could almost see the lust in my eyes, even though she never once acknowledged my existence. I could see her adjust her hair and expose her delicious, almost edible neck to me. My cock forgot what it felt like to not be hard, as it continuously throbbed. I had to keep my bag firmly over it to avoid completely confessing my perversion. This routine would continue everyday, with her dragging her fingers across her body... Slowly dragging her skirt higher up and letting her hand disappear.