They both wore the same similar clothes to each other, but, unlike the brunette, they didn’t seem to be drunk, and were at least properly attired, n...t that their shorts and skimpy tops covered much more than Francine’s bra and panties.I wasn’t on overload, but I had to admit I was certainly more sensitive to her ministrations that I would have expected. Was this the requirement I had to meet? Was I to stand here and let her rub me off in my own pants again?The brunette giggled and looked over. You’re just an unknown quantity to me. I was being careful. It sounded like you were going to take care of yourself, I didn’t want to interrupt.”“I only did that because you weren’t touching me. It’s been so long since I’ve seen a man, felt his warmth. I wanted you to take me, and when you didn’t, I became frustrated. I touched myself, then remembered that I could kill you if I finished. Not that any of that matters. You don’t find me attractive.”I sighed. Her self esteem was abysmal, that much. The one on my left lunged at me and I grabbed his wrist and pulled across my body and he went flying by. The other had pulled a knife and I did not want to get cut. I was reaching to pull my belt off when I heard, "Freeze! Police!"The one with the knife started to take a step towards me and again I heard, "Freeze! Or I'll shoot!"I stood still. The knife guy stopped and turned to see a Santa Fe policeman with his gun drawn. Two more officers ran up. The guy with the knife dropped it. The one I. He turned around towards me and smiled, his blue eyes staring at me, his face was smooth and perfect with no blisters that the usual teenager have. He walked towards me and stretched his hand and presented himself to me. I was a little slow but I took his hand which was firm and soft, shaking it proved to be all up to him as he was strong as a bull. He was very polite something that struck me, since most of my sons friends were mostly rude like teenagers were, but this person was not. My son.
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