with xmas 2012My boyfriend had come over to help decorate the Christmas tree with me and my family. It was tradition for my family to make a big thing out of it and I really wanted him to be a part of it. Until late that afternoon we listened to Christmas songs and hung ornaments. After we were done the family began to watch a movie.I was lying on the couch with him lying in front of me, both of us on our sides. Considering I have young siblings we had barely hugged all day so we were both really horny. With a blanket wrapped around us I slipped my hand around his waist and down his pants Escort Bayan to grab his cock. As the movie played and my family sat all around us, I jerked him off so good he actually came in my hands. The best part was he couldn’t make a sound.I was getting quite uncomfortable in the tight jeans I was in, so I excused myself and changed into a pair of my brother’s loose sweatpants. When I returned to the couch I lay down in front of him, and he in turn rubbed my clit and pushed his fingers deep inside of me, pushing against my cervix. I’ve never wanted to scream louder Bayan escort in my life. Instead I bit into the pillow and waited for the movie to end.After it was over we headed back towards his house. I was driving. I was still wet and horny and then this song came on the radio that never fails to get me wet. Immediately I pulled off the highway and into the parking lot of a high school that I used to go to. Climbing into the back seat I pulled him on top of me. We ripped each other’s clothes off and fucked like you wouldn’t believe. I was practically screaming by the Escort time I came, grabbing onto to his back with one hand and the seatbelt with the other. He came too and we just lay there for a minute, sweating and creaming all over the seat.Out of nowhere this bright flash sweeps across my car. Bolting up, we realized through the foggy windows that a security guard had spotted us and was walking towards the car. Still naked, I jumped into the front seat, started the car, and floored it, hoping I wouldn’t hit him or anything else, considering I couldn’t see through the steamy windows. On a back street just a few blocks away, I pulled over and climbed back into the backseat where my boyfriend slowly dressed me again. I’ll never think of tree trimming, or the back of my car, or, for that matter, my old high school the same way again.