She gripped and stroked my cock in time with the movements of her hips, making every movement more intense.I squeezed her soft ass and stroked her sil...y tights. The flex of her leg muscles and firmness of her ass are a testament to her efforts in the gym. Her lightly defined abs showed as her stomach flexed and twisted. I caught a nipple between my lips, suckling greedily, occasionally switching between the two. Her earlier use of the word “milkers” echoed through my mind, and I groaned at the. We smoked pot regularly but we were still prone to arguments. Randy was very competitive. He would try to one up me all the time. He would frequently walk around shirt less with a pair of sweat pants and basketball shorts pulled over them. I wasn’t attracted to him, I was straight. He looked like a holocaust victim after thanksgiving to me. He told me ‘you suck’ any time I played on his xbox, the usual Call of Duty lingo. Lately, he’s been saying that a lot though. I think he thinks he’s. You love my pantyhose stinky feet!” By now I was on my knees with my shoe shoved against my face as I stroked my cock. “Oh SHIT!” I cried out in a hushed whisper as I began to cum in my pantyhose. The intensity of the ejaculation took my breath away but I continued to stroke. I could feel the cum all over my hand and when I finally removed the shoe and gave my pantyhose a look I could see that I had soaked them well.I needed to catch my breath so I lay on my back for a few minutes. Once I had. I spoke quietly to Maggie and Carrie with my mind, something I tried to never do at school in case it raised questions. ‘Please try to find out what that was all about.‘ I asked and got back their agreements.The story, at least from what Lynn and Bernie could find out and tell the older girls, was simple. Twisted, hate-filled and racist too, but simple.Little Willy hated me and spent a lot of time blaming me for all the ills of the world. If he failed a test or got a bad grade, it was somehow.