And a raging hard cock.Slowly she walks towards me, her eyes on the bulge in my trousers. She stops , her pretty face just centimeters from mine. She'... tall. She can look straight into my eyes, even on her bear feet.Her hands come up fast, and I cringe.With a cruel laugh on her lips she starts to unbutton my shirt, and undo the belt of my trousers.Then she unbuttons the waistband, and pushes my trousers down, and lets it drop unto my ankles.My cock is clearly visible in my pants, en she wastes. Today, Glade was protected by other travellers who would help her if she missed a step or fell ill or was pursued by a leopard. Then, there were just two naked women, who carried all they had in skin pouches secured by leather straps over their shoulders."Just where the fuck are we going?" Demure asked bitterly.Glade smiled. Demure's anger at her predicament gave the women the strength to ward off despair. But all it took for hope to vanish was to gaze beyond the mottled shade of scrubby bushes. It’s what I think about too, sometimes, when I touch myself. We’ve had sex a handful of times, he’s licked and fingered me to orgasm, but this is what excites us both: the snatched moments in his office, me on my knees or sitting in his swivel chair, my hands on his hips, his hands holding my long hair out of my face as I suck him.I lick him up and down at first, tongue swooping and spiraling around the head of his rigid cock, teasing the slit, strumming the frenulum until I can tell he’s. I headed upstairs to my room and hopped on the computer.I checked my email and there was nothing but junk mail in my inbox as usual.I decided to call my best guy friend Chris. Ive had a crush on Chris since the 3rd grade.And we are now in high school.Hes so sexy....perfect six pack,sexy biceps and not mention the most goregous face in the world!Ive been trying to work up the courage to ask him out but i just cant seem to do it. "Hey Chris!" Hey Heather!"Whats going on?"i asked."Oh you know.