Her only jewelry was a small gold cross on a fine gold chain. I also noticed she was wearing little or no makeup. I gently probed Bonne’s thoughts ...or feelings and impressions, nothing specific, commanding her telepathically not to notice me as I studied her. I had to smile for she had drawn an imaginary circle of privacy around herself. Bonne was part of the crowd spread throughout the park enjoying the people around her, safe and secure while observing them as if through a 360 degree glass. The guy started to pull Eric's head harder and harder on to his cock , telling him to suck his black cock , and how he loved white faggots sucking him .Eric could hear other guys around them talking saying how hot it look seeing a big blk. cock in a white guys mouth and how small Eric's dick was and no wonder he was a faggot. Eric didn't care he loved how the cock felt in his mouth and tasted , he could feel the cock getting harder and harder in his mouth then the guy held his head tight and. Except for Chrissie she wasthe most feminine of the girls. "Like maybe we could make her such abimbo that the guys would want her for just one thing?like?well youknow?" "Oh I see what you are getting at Toni. If Chrissie were just an airheaded bimbo good for only one thing then our guys wouldn't want to beseen out in public with her. We wouldn't hafta put out so much either,"Belinda replied. She was laying on her bed wearing a long tee shirt withthree colorful balloons embroidered on it and. Farrah’s eyes shot wide at the tit nibble but then squinted into a sly smile that thrilled the watching bouncer and club onlookers. She rolled her shoulders, rubbing her hidden boob harder against Ned’s shrouded face. Her hips renewed the sawing action against his sheltered erection. The men had recovered their wits and whispered bawdy accolades to each other. Farrah heard the giddy murmurs and took them to be implied complements. She increased her attention to Ned’s happiness. Her mood was.