4She standsOr reclines--It isn't clear which:Are her handsUpon his shouldersA fending offOr an embrace?Is his hand,Half the size of her thigh,A caress...r an insistence,Uninvited?Do we witness an act of loveOr lust,Embrace or rape.Lust or release?It's hard to say,With Magritte.5Golden girl,Embodiment of the sun,Daughter of the dawn,Standing between red curtains,Hand upon stone,Your pedestal is not stone,But an Amarillo rose,The sea behind youAnd the sky,The former blue,The latter gray.But you. Billy-Ben reached for it but she pulled it away, teasing. "I don't think you're old enough for this." I'm almost eighteen," Billy-Ben said, sitting up a little straighter."Then you can almost have some," Jess-Belle said, tipping the flask a couple inches short of him and letting a few silvery drops fall onto the grass. Then she sat on his lap and draped one arm around his neck, dribbling some more of it into his mouth. He licked the burning liquor off his lips. She ran a hand through his hair.. Daniel stopped looked over his shoulder and said 'you didn't finish the job. Now you pay the price.' Charlie glaringly said 'fight if you want, you still lose and get fucked for a bonus'. Bruce was stroking his now rigid piece of man hood, and was smiling menacingly saying 'boi pussy is better when it puts up a fight.' Than he went on to speak about a time in detention that the three of them subdued another young guy and manage to fuck him for hours on end till...'he went stone cold crazy'... . His once gentle touches now turned into a mauling of my tits as my moans came rushing out. I was getting more and more excited. Then he tugged the bikini bottom down and off my legs. He pulled away from me and stripped off his t-shirt. He had muscles bulging everywhere, a deep broad chest and the most muscular thighs imaginable. I reached over and pulled down his shorts and could hardly believe my eyes when that black cock – fully erect - leapt out. He dropped back on the sofa next to.