... the perfect crime indeed

Unable to resist too much farther, my left hand begins to stroke the inside of my left thigh, as I begin to stroke just above my clit's proximity with my right hand I throw my head back onto the lush grass and stare up into the sky exclaiming "Oh damn I need some head..." as my hand drifts downward almost gravitationaly as my crevace begins to gush nervous fluid, wet spots appearing on my panties.

Growing more frantic, my right hand's activity edges up against the top of my aroused clit as my eyes, half open stare up into the beautifully spread sky, my left hand grips and rubs my tense left thigh now. My tense body hangs on the motions of my right hand, as what seems like an eternity of warm, soothing breeze descends upon my perspiring butt and forehead, not to mention my aching crotch...