"Until you start working out to get rid of your boobies, then you'llwear a bra." I should have put up more of a fight, but Kristy hadalready begun rub...ing my crotch. She slowly unzipped my pants and letthem fall to the ground, as she rubbed my ass. The argument of wearing abra was fading away as I felt real surges of passion. My hands shot upto my chest, where I rubbed my nipples through the new material. Thisbra added a greater feeling to the excitement. Soon, I was lying on myback on the bed. My bladder used to get so full it was intense pleasure to release it finally. My first orgasm was from an overextended bladder. I learned early that rubbing myself was pleasurable. I tried rubbing myself one day while holding my pee in. I came hard as I let loose. It was so intense I’ve kept it as a masturbation technique ever since. One of my favorites.’ ‘I had a boyfriend in high school that would let me hold his cock while he peed. I never could write my name in the snow otherwise.’ A large. "Why just look, when you can touch?" I asked as I grabbed his hand and laid it on my upper thigh. His pinky finger was slightly under my skirt and just inches from my aching lips. Oh God I needed him. He hesitated, but withdrew his hand. I could see him growing stiff and pressing against his zipper. "Now, Abbey, listen. That is no way to-" "It's okay, Mr. Wallace, I know you are married. How about you just drive, and I touch you?" I was already leaning over and unzipping his pants. I slid my. What's wrong?"She told him of the three men and their threats. "They scared me; that's the truth. You could have heard my heart thumping I'm sure. One yelled and cursed, made threats, called me names." I've just been reading about remonstrances, recognizance and court orders. There might be something the local magistrate can do. Takes time. Depends on the threat, on their actions. Let's go visit the smith. You've met him haven't you? So far, it's just talk, isn't it?"Wordlessly, they walked.