His shorts were riding a little high on his thigh. And his thigh looked delicious! I looked back up into his eyes and he was smiling at me. When the l...ght turned green, he pulled ahead rather quick. I knew there was only one light left in town and I figured I would lose sight of him then. I kept up speed and the next light was green. He went through it and I thought, "Damn!"! The next thing I knew, I was beside him again and when I looked in, he had pulled his shorts leg to one side and his. It all started with a single thought, that if Elise had worn something a bit less overtly slutty she and Eleanor might be indistinguishable behind their masks. Despite their obvious differences in class and their equally apparent contrast in coloring – Elise’s hair was raven black, her flawless skin pale as cream, while Eleanor was a freckled brunette with a hint of African blood – the two women were a similar size at a couple inches over five feet and under 120 pounds. On the heels of that. I soon began to find the little niggles in communicating with teen girls grow to be large pimples of annoyance. Their caddy attitude, their sense of self-entitlement and their overall princess-ey nature started to press a few of my buttons. It was a very quick way to loose an erection. Fortunately, like any chat room, there are always a few curious horny boys that were looking to experiment. I found that they were the ones approaching me instead of me having to chase all the time. It was very. With my other hand I covered her mouth, to muffle out the sounds of any screams or squeals she might have. With my hands wrapped around her head, I pulled her in close, and placed my face right next to her soft, tiny little ears. You are going to do everything that I say, and if you dont I will kill you and your mom. Do you understand that Sophia? I looked at her face. She must have been taken with shock, it takes the younger ones a little longer to come around and fully understand. She just.