To a teenager, an opportunity to have sex is also aninvitation. Hormones speak a lot louder than words. That's the only way Ican explain what Donny di... next. Donny had been sitting on my legs staringat my dick like it was an ice cream cone just waiting to be licked. I don'tthink he even knew Linda was still there. Without a word, he leaned forwardas if to get a better look at my straining rod. And then, lifting the clothfrom around it, he wrapped one hand around my aching rod. Linda and I. As I looked down I could see the thickness of my shaft covered in a white creamy mixture of you and I. Pulling out I would go so far as the bulbous swollen edge of the tip, which had an accumulation of the cream, thick and dripping. Your skin is tight around the shaft as I slowly glide in. I am attempting to control the feeling I have deep inside my thighs. The tingling impulse to release is overwhelming. Your moans of pleasure escaping add to my desire. Ever so gently I am disappearing,. "Did you learn anything else?" Janine asked Mike as they drove back to the station."Other than the fact that her husband is a complete, unappreciative, asshole; no!" Mike replied."Unappreciative? Be careful Mike your chauvinism is slipping," Janine jibed him."Well even a complete misogynist like myself can see that Harold is blaming his wife for what happened to her. She seems like a very nice lady to me." Jesus Mike! You're the one who told me to harden up; you're not sweet on the broad are. One of them grabbed my arm and told me, “No fuckin’ way, bitch! Not without an apology!” They started crowding around me, grabbing my arms and shoving me by the shoulders. I started to call for help but one of them put his hand over my mouth. Someone said, “Let’s fuckin’ do her boys” and then the guys started tugging at my skirt. Before I knew it, my skirt and panties were around my knees. I felt there strong hands all over my ass, and some feeling my pussy. When my mouth was free, I.