"I said, 'Read!'" ...I look up at the stops and see we still have another five minutes. I can't believe you are actually doing this to me in public as...I feel your hand inching up my leg and under my loose skirt. I try to look back up at you but you have me pushed against the glass divider, a teenage guy looks up and sees me. Fuck, he can see your hand under my skirt. His cock clearly throbs in his pants and reminds me of yours pressed against my ass..."My hands holding your ass cheeks spread as. " I paused,thinking how to phrase what I wanted to say. "I don't wantto experience any other changes," I said, as delicately aspossible."Aren't you even curious?" asked Sean. "I mean,you've become an artist. This is your chance to trysomething new." Well, yeah, I guess I am curious. But I wouldn't wantanything major." Well, it would be cool if you acted feminine, then.Experience how the other half lives, instead of justlooking the part. Like, why don't you start callingyourself another name,. “I think it’s time we loose the dress.” I said. I snapped my fingers. Mrs. Morris eye’s got big. She turned her head to look at her son. “Mom! Stop! It’s ok. You have fifty dollars. We can live on $50…Please no.” said Richie.I smiled as Richie Mom turned to look at me. I moved my hand up and down. ‘Take it off Mrs. Morris. I know you’re not wearing a bra. It’s Ok. Nothing we all haven’t seen before. Especially your perverted son.” I said. She smiled. “That for sure. If he’s. There was no attempt at gentleness. Lydia could see the beads of perspiration on Andrew's forehead, feel them on his shoulders, as his slender arse pumped up and down between her thighs like a piston. Lydia's mind was in the same place as when Andrew had been shagging her silly on the sofa a half hour or so earlier. She could feel the bed shaking and hear the mattress groaning conspicuously, as they writhed ardently. She lifted her legs, curving her thighs round his hips, so that her ankles lay.