She is a sweet girl and as my friend is saying goodbye she says of course i will look after him and then she gave me a lovely smile, in my mind i want...d it to mean sexually but realistically she was just being her usual sweet self. there was about 15 minutes left of the first half of the football match left to watch so she sits next to me and we start talking, we don't usually talk much but we have always gotten on well and as you can tell from the earlier part of this story i've always wanted. It can’t happen again!”“Why not?” I asked.“It just can’t. You need to hurry up and get ready for school!” He said and pulled the paper up in front of his face. Oh diary. I sat there with my tiny little breasts exposed and my body on fire. I was dripping wet just thinking about him coming over and taking me. What is wrong with him? I thought maybe it was me!The next day I did the same thing but he slammed the bedroom door shut.The day after I didn’t try again, I just got up like normal and took. So, here I was, sitting on a bar stool, getting a blow job by a professional while another one was massaging my back with her perky tits, my hands were pulled to grab some tits and butts, making me almost unconscious by lust.My friend Gerda appeared happy about the reception which I got, but when my dick reached its full, youthful length she intervened. The black attendant had to get up, Gerda turned around, mounted the bar stool backwards and deposited her big soft ass on my lap, I reached. "Excuse me?" she said with genuine confusion. "You just tried to see what I was thinking. Didn't you know you were doing it?" "I'm still not sure I know what you're talking about," she said with some doubt. "Why did you wait so long to do it? Wouldn't it have been easier just to peek in my head the first day?" "Tim, are you feeling okay? You're not making sense." "You really don't understand, do you.." "No, I don't believe I do. Does this have anything to do with what upset you?" "No, not....