’ Men speaking about her looks always made her uncomfortable, mostly because she never could find herself believing them. She felt herself flush wit... embarrassment but he sounded like he meant what he said. ‘You’re not here just because of my looks, are you?’ she timidly asked. ‘To be honest, I didn’t even pay that much attention to what you looked like when I met you.’ It sounded trite but she felt he was telling the truth. ‘Now that I have, let’s just say that I’m overwhelmed.’ He gave her a. Four out of the five profiles messaged me pretty much straight away. They were obviously desperate for fresh meat. Three of them weren’t my type. Too young, too feminine, too creepy. I love fucking girls but when I stray to the gay side I want a real man, and it looked like the fourth guy had potential. “DadBod46”. His pic was a nice well defined chest, slightly hairy, and well built. He sent me a cock pic in the chat, and boy did it look tasty. He was close as well. Very close in fact,. My nipples tightened, and she laughed. She was using both hands now, exploring over my clothing to feel my hips and my ass, and the smooth stockings. She ducked under my arm, to go behind me, and I stood still as she lifted my skirt up to my waist and tucked it in, exposing my panties and the backs of my thighs in a ridiculous way. From behind me, she reached around and gripped the front of my blouse to rip it open, and I blinked as the silk ripped and the buttons went flying. She left it. Brandon was a junior at the local high school, and though he already had his driver's license, he actually preferred roller blading most of the time. He thought that driving a car couldn't give the degree of control and freedom that a good pair of blades could.As Brandon rushed towards the main doors of he mall, he sighed and forced himself to stop. Reluctantly he took off his roller blades and put them in his backpack, putting a pair of tennis shoes on instead. Brandon snorted, once again.