They squeeze and knead your breasts. These menhave no respect for your body. They could unbutton your jeans, but they don't. The knifeslides alo...g your hip and down the outside of your leg, slicingthe denim. When it has traveled down both sides, there isnothing holding your jeans on but force of habit. Someone yankson the cloth, and you feel it sliding out from under you. Inseconds, there is nothing on the lower half of your body but yourcotton briefs. You can feel the cold steel. We came to rest with her on her back and me between her spread legs. She brushed my hair back and gazed into my eyes.“Make love to me,” she said softly.Her eyes pleaded with me, so I began to move within her.***Afterward, we lay in sweaty, sated silence. As our breathing slowly returned to normal, I must have dozed off.Some time later, when I awoke, I languidly caressed Stacy’s arm. She was curled up against me, one leg thrown over my own. She was idly running her hand over my chest. I don’t. I imagine this is how the other girls that have been in my bed must have felt when I pretended to be the man that you so clearly are. And then all at once you stop, you lift me up and turn me around to kiss you. My face is flushed and I'm breathing heavily, I must have you, I need you! But you gently press down on my shoulder and I know what you want. I sink down low on my hands and knees and take your cock into my mouth. I devour it, desperately trying to show you how much I want it. I try to. " He must have really liked it, huh?" Did he ever. I had no idea how much but after a few minutes, he groaned and got tense all over and a couple of minutes later, I felt his pants were wet. I'd made him shoot in his pants. Can you believe it?" He shot in his pants?" Yeah, he laughed about it, thought it was funny." So that's as far as you've gone?" I asked."Um, no, the next time we were on the sofa like that, I had him take his pants down and I did it to his dick." A handjob?" Yeah, it was the.