We exchanged juices as our tongues wrestled.
Her pussy was tight, even in my half-erect state, as was usual after she wet tight pussy climaxed.
Grinding her clit into my pelvis bone, Stacey brought herself to another orgasm as she scratched my pelvis with her coarse, but trimmed, pubic hair.
My unresponsive cock eventually became too soft and her hot pussy expelled wet tight pussy it from its grip.
We both sighed heavily wet tight pussy as our connection was broken.
Breaking our lip lock, we made eye contact and giggled.
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“Good morning, once again, Sunshine!” I laughed.
“Good morning indeed,” she giggled back.
We were playing hooky from our respective employers today.
We did this a couple of times a year.
Today seemed as good as any: a rare Southern California occurrence: a cold, rainy, and dreary winter day that kept normal people indoors.
What better day to go to the happiest place in the world.
We’d wet tight pussy have the whole amusement wet tight pussy park to ourselves.
Wendy was in and out of the shower before I finished shaving, and by the time I was out of the shower she was dressed.
She had laid out the clothes she wanted me to wear.
“I little excited, aren’t we?” I wet tight pussy asked.
“You don’t know how wet tight pussy much so,” she replied with a naughty wink.
She was dressed in a loose-fitting, plaid, wool school-girl-type skirt, which went down to just above her knees.
She had on black stockings to keep her legs warm, and a fuzzy sweater to keep the rest of her warm.
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My clothes were a pair of my loose fitting rock climbing pants, and a turtle-neck rugby sweater, underwear mysteriously missing.
Matching raincoats and hats completed our outfits.
She turned with wet tight pussy a devilish look.
“No,” she smiled.
We went out for breakfast before the park opened.
I stared into her sparkling mischievous eyes.
These hooky days always charged her sexual batteries, and made her extra frisky.
But every time I tried to cop a wet tight pussy feel, or make wet tight pussy a move, she rebuffed me, keeping me at arm’s length.
She was teasing me, and I loved it.
After we parked the car wet tight pussy in the structure we walked hand-in-hand to the escalators.
Not raining at the time I carried our coats.
“Oh, we forgot the umbrella!” She exclaimed half way down, “I’ll wet tight pussy go get it, you stay here.” I stared up the return escalator wet tight pussy a she rode back up and enjoyed the view.
