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Makeout on the Mississippi

It was a warm Indian summer day in Nauvoo when my girlfriend (now wife) and I went for a stroll in old Nauvoo. We ended up down by the Mississippi River. No one was around and we started kissing. After a while, we ended up making out on the grass. It was so hot! That pre-marriage pent-up need straining to get out. We really started getting into it. I slid my hand up her shirt against the edge of her breast—as close as you could get without touching her “sacred private parts.” She reciprocated by sliding her hand down my pants. She cradled my genitals in that area that runs along your pointer and thumb. Again, just as close as you could possibly get and still not have “crossed the line.” After some considerable time making out, she spread her legs and I slid up between them. All of our clothes were on, but it was the best dry humping I’d ever had. I pressed my hard cock against her pubic bone and we ground ourselves together as we made out. After a few minutes, it was just too much. And it was just a bit too late. There was not going back; I’d hit the point of no return. I started cumming in my pants right then. I did not want my Molly Mormon future wife to know what was happening (and, I’m not sure her naïve, younger self would have understood). I tucked my face into her neck and tried not to spasm and to be silent. It worked and I climaxed undetected I quickly ended the makeout session and headed to a public restroom where I cleaned myself up as best as I could. I remember that it took quite some time and she asked me why. I made up some excuse and we walked off together. It wasn’t until year later that I told her about it. We’ve had a good laugh together and wish we would have done more back when it was so so hot.