She was there simply to provide this to him - her gift to him. She moved around and knelt before his spread legs - her full breasts on either side of ...is hard cock - a delightful picture from both his and her viewing angle. She gently pressed her breasts together around his cock and slowly started moving up and down, licking the head of his shaft each time it emerged from where it was happily nestled between her warm breasts. She glanced up at him and smiled - his head was thrown back, his. She's mine. Now fuck off". The drunk got up and staggered back to his friends, and I heard "fucking dykes" offered as explanation."I can't leave you for a minute, can I ?" Catherine said with some annoyance, then pulled me up out of the seat and led me towards the toilets. I recognised the guy Catherine had been talking to standing in the corridor and I saw him glance at her and give a little nod. Suddenly she was bundling me into the men's toilet and down to the end of the row of. As inconspicuously and casually as possible, I transferred one hand to a spot on my inner thigh, underneath my short, girly skirt. I reached out my middle finger and pressed against the gusset of my panties for a little relief. The big cape that covered me like a tent hid both me and the chair I was in from view. I reasoned that if I got found out anyway, I could always act like I was just scratching a mosquito bite on my thighs or something.Alexander and I kept the conversation going while the. I remember it like it was yesterday...It was a gorgeous late spring day in Ormond Beach and as the noon sun approached I was just starting my third and final lawn of the day. The temperature was already in the middle eighties so my t-shirt was now tied to the handle of my old mower and my new Walkman blared Iron Maiden's Number of the b**st as made laps around Ms. Worthington's front yard. By the time I'd finished the front and made my way to the back I was covered with sweat and was looking.