I remember the motion and the feeling; the pure wanton release of youth, and the unbelievable frequency of it. I blush, remembering the stiff stained ...heets; proof of the act, or sometimes just the dream.I lie on my back, calm and sure in the warmth, and slide my hands down my skin. There's a certain inevitability in the movement, despite the fact that I'm convinced I could stop.Fingertips slide gently over the cloth at first, proud of the bulge, and the subtle leak from its tip. There's a. “So, what do you need help with then?” – I ask. “Well Aarika…” (as he lightly sets his hands on both of my hips) “I heard how great you are at giving head, and I’ve got to feel your warm mouth on my cock.” (as he pulls himself as close to me as he can; standing slightly above me, and lightly pushing his bulge against my little belly-button) I slowly look up into his eyes (which I’m pretty sure are staring down at my 34c breasts) and lightly bite my bottom lip; debating my next action. “I’m 9. You were unlucky to have fallen in with them, but lucky it was me you came up against. Let’s get this place tidied up before the patrol gets here, and I’ll take you somewhere safe.”“Where? How?”“Never mind that for now. Let’s get these vermin off the street.” Robbie opened the tail gate of his car. “Help me get them in here.”They had just closed the tail-gate again when they heard sirens in the distance. Whether they had been spotted or not, and whether the sirens were anything to do with him,. Glancing to the side, I suddenly noticed the woman from two units over, who had silently stepped out for some air, leaning on the nearest railing watching me intently.I froze, hand on my cock, and pretended not to see her. As if she was some predator that could only see motion — ha! I was totally nude, and totally caught, without even a towel nearby.Was it time to act out the fantasy?Out of the corner of my eye I could see her still standing there silently. My cock pulsed in my hand, standing.