"Can I..." he stopped."Can you what?"Silence."Can you kiss it? Sure you can, Sean. I would like you to do that very much." Well... I didn't want to do... that..." Well, I want you to. If you expect anything else, you better do that."He hesitantly leaned forward, eyeing what was before him with some trepidation. "Do I have to?" he whined."If you don't, you can leave now and I'll let Ken do it."That seemed to do it for he took in a deep breath and leaned closer."But first, Sean, I suggest you take. He hits the remote on the wall and the door begins to lower, blocking out our neighbors. Before it’s halfway down, his shorts are on the floor. By the time the door is closed, he’s not the only one naked. My blood races in my veins. I love the cock he’s fisting, I love it fucking me. His smile is smug. My desperate desire is why he comes to me. He knows how bad I want it, how deprived I am. My need strokes his ego as surely as his cock strokes my cunt. I jump up onto the edge of the pool table. It was time. I shifted my legs under me and crawled toward her. She spread her legs further. I bent to kiss her, careful not to touch my cock to her yet."Yes," I whispered. "We are going to have beautiful children." I pushed forward and Liz guided my cock into her hot center. For the first time, we were connected without protection. And we made love.We had a lovely little ceremony in front of a late night bonfire Saturday night. By ten o'clock in the evening, the temperature had cooled from the. This is what happened when me and my boyfriend, Steve, discovered the joys of dogging one night. We had been in our local pub, and were both a bit drunk. And when I get tipsy, I also get quite frisky hehe. It was time to leave, and I knew a shortcut through some nearby woods. Trouble is, I have heard people saying said in the pub that these woods have a car park that is used for dogging in the evenings. Probably a bunch of sad old men wearing dirty raincoats, I thought. In my drunken state I.