One of the few commercialized ads caught my attention. Under a small photo of a well endowed, topless woman wearing just boots, white Stetson and a sh...rt denim skirt on a horse was the title Rachel's Rowdy Rambling Rodeo. She stood in the stirrups, arms held out like wings, head back with eyes closed, her skirt fluttered and her big boobs frozen in interesting, mid chaotic flight. Below the title was the warning 'due to mature acts and audience participation, ADULTS ONLY' and a phone number to. The joking went back and forth for a while. We moved to the living room and found seats. There were a lot of people there, but we were the stars of the day. Okay, I’m sure the fact that it was Tyler’s party helped. I was given a seat on the couch and Gina sat on my lap. It was an amazing feeling, surreal even. No one expected us to be this good. Well, no one but me. I needed this victory. The only way I was going to be able to afford college was to win a scholarship. My parents both worked. The music of rattling cuffs and creaking bed frame, topped with the rhythmic jingling of a bell, is quite entertaining.I continue to watch as Jimmy tries not to cry out at the pain coming from his penis. I reach out and, timing my movements with the motion of his waving glans, quickly pinch the pin and pull it away, leaving him gasping as I sit myself on the bed next to his chest, tracing swirls and spirals on his ribs with the edge of the clothes pin. I theatrically lift the pin, opening the. Running my hands up and down it, feeling its girth and length. He kept playing with my tits and I kept playing with his dick. After a few minutes, he asked me to get completely naked. I obeyed, like a slave. Instantly, I pushed my pants and panties down and stepped out of them. He then started fingering my clit and my pussy, standing right there. He did that for a few more minutes and by now, if he had wanted, he could have fucked me and I would not have protested.” “But he didn’t?” I asked and.