My strong desire for your thick throbbing cock as you stand on the porch with your jeans undone...teasing my lips making my mouth open wide for it… ...aking my neck press against my collar as I stretch out for it...my mouth waters watching your fingers squeeze your shaft firmly as you stroke it forward & back...knowing you have full control of when and where you choose to shoot your cum...looking up at you my brilliant blue eyes sparkle and beg for your thick creamy juices...I hear. The bitch yelled,"This is not your fight, stay out of it." This is my gym that makes it my fight." I yelled back. "Now get out." You are not going to make me do anything," She yelled then pulled a 6 inch knife from her jacket.From behind me I heard all kinds of smacks, grunts and groans; they were the signs of heavy action going on. I hoped that I was the only one facing a knife."The last person to pull a knife on me is dead. If you think a knife scares me you are wrong." I said. "I won't need. How could it be worse?”“You and I know that, Snuggle Bear. Jess doesn’t see it that way.”“So what do we do?” I asked.“Love her and reassure her,” Kara said. “She’s afraid that she’s going to do something to blow the relationship apart.”“Which kind of explains the conversation we had in the sauna the other day. I assume that you two talked about this?”“Yes, it’s why I stayed with Jess the two extra days,” Kara said.We finished our dance and I walked over to Jessica and took her out on the dance. . Just do what comes naturally really."He followed my instructions, and proved a good student, soon bringing my semi-erection to a full one, and from the sounds he made, enjoying it a great deal. Once more I imagined what any nosey neighbours would make of what they would see through the window: a thirty-year-old guy with his head up the skirt of a rather masculine-featured school girl. Or more likely: a thirty-year-old guy sucking the cock of a hairy-legged, clean-shaven 22-year-old dressed in.