Rodgers bossmanguy. Doing that as if he owned me or something. Like I washis possession to do anything he wanted. Surrendering.Submitting to him.No wa....I felt sorry for that Emily girl. How could she get fuckedlike that by a man and act as if she enjoyed it? Didn't shehave any pride? And she was incredibly pretty. Of course,if she weren't a panty boy, she would just be a schlumpy-looking, drab guy, like I used to be.There was that to consider.Oh, yes. I was pretty. Oh, yes. Pretty beyond my. You'd think that, having taken a course of action I thought was appropriate, and based on my own life experience, that I might expect her to do the same thing.But I didn't.So I wasn't prepared for her to do what she thought it was time to do. Which was leap up, straddle me, grip and bring the tip of my penis to press between the puffy lips I had just been lovingly sucking ... and impale herself to my balls."Ohhhhhh," she groaned as she was filled. If I'd have thought about it, I'd have realized. “My point is I bet you’re wet and I guarantee it’s because of me,” he proudly assumed. She met his gaze and could do nothing but accommodate him by uncrossing her legs. “Do you want me to stop?” Assertively, she placed her hand on his forearm and squeezed him firmly. Zoe leaned in just close enough so that she could whisper in his ear. “Fuck. No. Don’t you dare stop.” Releasing his forearm, she helped guide him and made it easier for him to maneuver. No one was in sight, the darkness. She was turning me on so bad, I could barely hold it back. Fortunatley, we pulled into my driveway and the song came to a halt. We went inside and she imedatly picked a movie and put it in. One of the previews was another song, and she once again began to dance. I bit my lip. I crossed my legs. I couldnt stop it this time. My boner popped up, a large lump in my suit. Sammi stopped dancing and looked at it. "Sammi..." "Is that a...a...a boner?" I became baffled. "You... You don't know what a.