Phyllis held my arms in hers and began kissing me again as the thrusting long cock seemed up me at my throat mingling with our lips. I nodded as her hands were at my legs and also on my breasts. Indian sex I felt a strange heat in my body and squeezed my legs on the doctor’s face…her tongue sent me wild…I was shaking all over. Phyllis was still holding me as my breathing became normal. “You’re just really pretty,” I said, “so why shouldn’t I stare?” “You’re pretty, too,” Phyllis said. “Phyllis!” I said: “You’re all ready for the couch…they wouldn’t even have to take off your panties.” Phyllis said: “I’m not wearing any, Silly.” “That’s what I mean. I replied: “Maybe so but you are like a Hollywood movie star pretty and I’m just ordinary. Why, you could be a star if you went to Hollywood.” Phyllis got this huge and mischievous smile and stood up to model for me, hands on hips, twirling about and we got to laughing. Phyllis and I got together and made our preparations: packing our bags, folding our tents, packing some food for camp, clothing and then we were ready.
