Show me how
My girlfriend and I were in our late teens, living with our parents and quite reserved; at least outwardly. We had been limited to desperate under-the-clothes fondling in cars after dark, and I often drove home after dropping her off with my cock straining and balls aching from unfulfilled desire. We had finally managed to arrange being by ourselves at my parents’ farm one day, and walked together out to a nearby patch of bush. We didn’t express what we wanted with words, but I could feel my pulse racing as we walked hand in hand and talked about anything other than what was most on our minds. As we entered the shady area under the trees we became bolder. I ran my hands down over her jeans as we walked. She wiggled her arse, …