"'You Can't Hurt Me'" I said. I didn't explain to them where this songhad come from. They wouldn't need an explanation because the song saidit all. I ...idn't mention the incident at all in the song, but there wasno denying what this song was about.I started playing the melody that opened the song, vocalizing anotherwith my voice. There were no words to start this song, just emotions inthe form of music. When I did start singing, the words came out with anedge to them. They were traced with the. She’s taking an enormous risk, but I can’t deny how I’m feeling. My rapidly growing erection speaks for itself. She grins and relaxes a little. I’m expecting her to reach out and begin playing with me, but she continues her little show, biting and licking her lower lip, and smiling coyly. She soon gets the desired reaction. I’m ramrod hard already. She stands up and turns her back. She bends forward as she slowly removes her jeans and pants. She is fully on display, just inches away, and my. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to smell her.I guess she enjoyed the attention I gave her because after about a month she started facilitating my fantasies by often inviting me to go along with them on dates. My brother didnt seem to mind, but by that point he was getting a nightly attention, so he would have done anything she asked.While my brother was at work, she started waiting at our house for him to get home. She would help me with homework, watch movies and ask me about girls. I really. I strained to be the last but it was a close call with the attendant. My knob ached, my shaft chafed, my buttocks clenched and my calves trembling. My woman was slick with come across her bra, panties, garter belt and the tops of her stockings. She glistened with sweat, her eyes were closed and she arched as if in lockjaw. The phallus had found its way fully home and her finger tips scrambled at her sex. She looked beautifully abandoned.I thought I could hold back no longer when the attendant.