I told her I could feel her orgasms, and her squirting. As she went limp some, I continued giving it to her deep and hard, watching her shake and make a mess on my cock. Casey shook, telling me how good it felt as I ate her sweet pussy so good. Her hands were on my head and her fingertips felt so good touching me. We spent a couple hours in the grass, just holding hands, kissing, talking, more kissing and soft petting. Casey’s kisses driving me wild, her hands on my head, my chest and at one point on the growing bulge in my pants. So it was perfect, we had the place all to ourselves. So as I packed, Mike called. She said she had really enjoyed being with me and that I had been a true gentleman, she was impressed. Being that it was still early spring, not a lot of people were out hiking the mountains yet. She always smiled at me when I would see her in between our classes or when we all headed for lunch. The rest of the dinner we shared more grins and hand holding, but not much more chatter. We looked at each other and giggled some, the buzz from the wine and whiskey helping as we got closer.
