But not enough to stop me from feeling him up. He went into his pocket with the hand that was not jerking me off and pulled out a tube of lube, and p...t it on my book. He then pulled my shirt off and wrapped his strong arms around me. “I want you Patrick, right here, right now”“how? how do you want me, tell me what you want to do to me” I was so fucking hard at this point. I would have done anything to please him that night. He was making me feel so good.“I want you to ride me” He sat. We discussed politics, adventure and travelAnd secrets of our lives began to unravelAs we became friends, Gerald and I.To me he said, "John, by and byYour reading is excellent. Please keep it on,Ne'er let it go. As long it's not goneYour love of learning will you well serve."These compliments, I thought, I did not deserve,But smiled and nodded, profusely to thankHim, Gerald, who me did highly rank.How little did I know of what would take placeFor that night, whilst washing my faceI spied a book. She is a little shorter than me, which makes her about 5 feet 3, an average height. With short curly hair and pretty dark eyes, she could not have been too many years older then 16."Thatcher, right." I shoot back at Gwen.Margaret looks at me in confusion.Gwen just smiles. "Right, England's Prime Minister in the mid 20th century." Poor Margaret doesn't know what to say, so she just giggles."Gwen and I have been playing name that person all afternoon. So you will forgive me, I have been trying to. I want you to hold my body close and feel your mouth on my skin, to make me gasp and swoon. One look from you takes away all of my doubt and hang-ups and lets me just be me. You look gorgeous standing before me, head-to-toe, your face clear and rosy cheeked. Your plump lips, firm breasts and slim body all make me crazy for you as I watch. You look upon me lovingly as you run your fingertips up your thighs and then slide your hands up across your stomach, pulling your top with them and lifting.