No matter how far they went they all said it felt good. After school I headed home, but went to the park without thinking. As I got near the bench I l...oked around, saw no one, and walked straight to the bushes. “The Man”was there, waiting. “I knew you would be here, once you get a taste of it you always want more”. “Follow me”. We went a little further into the bushes to a second clearing. It was really secluded and there was grass. He had a blanket laid out and a paper bag in the corner. He. Primo Tenente Marisol Velasquez of La Squadra de Ultimados knelt down onto the man’s back, ready to send the next blow into his skull at the slightest provocation. Helena motioned for her to let the man up to breathe. Once she mentally appraised the man’s outfit and camera, she realized what he was; a ‘reporter’ from some conspiracy site, who broke through the press line to ask her about being a witch, or a sex-assassin, or wanting a confirmation or denial that La Familia de San Finzione’s. I love my thighs in particular since they are so temptingly closet the pussy that it drives boys insane! However, I never wear panties, so sometimes I’d even flash my pussy when sitting down in school. I loved it when boys pretended not to notice and took quick glances or acted as if they were doing something else with their phone that happened to be pointed in my direction. Well, my obsession with short shorts was relatively innocent until this year. At the ripe age of 18, I decided I’d give. “Shit, guys, you get this settled between you while I go for my bag.” He gets up and walks out.“I don’t know, do you? Love me?” I ask Hugo.“Does this mean do I wish you to be my woman and for me to be your man?”“That’s about it,” I say, kind of holding my breath. I think so, but—“Then yes,” he answers immediately, “I wish this much.”I can’t let it rest. Just like a woman, I suppose, but I can’t help myself. “What about your woman before?” I ask.“Not same,” he says. “We together, mate, have.