I did not care. I always wondered why he made sweet talk going on about this or that when all he wanted was to slide my knickers down.Anyhow he spoke ...bout how his brother was getting on and all the time the bulge got bigger and longer and stretched his shorts. I fancied playing around a little so simply opened my egs in short gym skirt with cotton knickers on I must have looked like a little slut. But there I sat showing all. I knew my little nipples had hardened and he could see.So whilst he. I looked down at what I was wearing: a tank top and a pair of skinnyjeans. My brown arms and chest were totally exposed. It wasn't evenslightly sub-zero attire.But all I wanted to do was close my eyes, close my mouth, and suck in moreair through my nostrils as the wind blew my hair all over my face.I brushed my hair back with my fingers and gathered it all at the nape ofmy neck, tied it back with the scrunchie that I wore on my wrist. Thatfelt better.I kicked off my house slippers and let my. Slowly she pulled my shirt over my head, my thick hair messed up, the long curls pointing in every direction. At 15 my chest is quite broad, not muscular but well toned. Her smooth hands explored my body slowly moving down to my wait until she slipped her hand inside my trousers, I don’t wear underwear instead I wear a pair of loose shorts as boxers are very tight and constricting, sliding underneath my shorts she grasped my manhood, squeezing and massaging my rapidly hardening shaft. With. I had needed at least one of them to help me handle the graveyard shift last night but none of them, not one of them had budged which in the end was okay since it was a light night and I handled myself easy and still managed to pocket eighteen-hundred gross which after the Patel's who owned this little Empire Of Diesels & Whores outside of Richmond took their forty percent cut my usual standard ten per cent cut of all the girls' action going to me myself leaving me a thousand-eighty and with.