Susan and I ended up leaving the dance together at the end of the evening, and I walked her home in the dusk, via the same park where we had last spent our ground breaking time together. The same place where, leaning against a big oak tree, I had committed a gaff by pressing my uncontrollable erection against her pubes outside her summer dress. That seemed like years ago now, but we found ourselves passing the same tree. As we did so, Susan took my hand, tugged it and pulled me towards the vast trunk, out of the light of the park lamps and into the darkness afforded by the branches. She slipped her arms around my waist, and I fell against her, pressing her back against the bark, my eternal swelling bumping against her belly vigorously and forcing a sharp thrill of pleasure at the end of my cock. Susan let out a little gasp, as though she was winded, giggled slightly. .....