Since I couldn’t kiss her neck I started blowing hot air towards her neck and ears. I moved my finger upwards toward her hills it was ok which was 3... (I asked her later). I started to massage those tits also one after another for 2 to 3 minutes then again I moved my hand towards her pussy.I started to pat her pussy again for 15 to 20 times and start to press with my fingers from outside the cloth she was shivering and I started doing more vigorously and at a point she suddenly hold my legs. He was far better at playing it cool than I was. I still felt as though everyone knew what was happening. After class I changed at the gym and met up with Adam at his dorm. He came down and we hoped in my car to head to the park. The ride there was quite, we both knew what was going to happen, but I was too nervous to say a word. At the park we stretched a bit and started down a trail. Arriving at a clearing, we stopped and stretched a bit. Adam then started walking into the woods. I was. I wasn’t a virgin, and I’ve sucked the cocks of several of my boyfriends before. Some people don’t believe that rape could be so bad. I mean, it’s just sex, right? It sucks that you didn’t choose to give it up, but its still just sex. I’m no stranger to a blowjob. This was not a blowjob. Immediately, the realization that I was going to get raped made me sick to my stomach. My head swam from the pain, my stomach twisted, and I felt lightheaded. I vomited all over the bastard.. Slow night. About 8 tables were occupied as well as a few other seats at the bar. I made eye contact with a nice looking lady at the end of the bar and smiled. She was around 35 with a large frame and shoulder-length reddish/brown hair surrounding a slightly freckled face. She wore a beautiful suede coat that prevented me from checking out her tits, but she was cute enough to catch my interest. As I sipped my draft and scanned the baseball games being shown on the TVs above the bar--a hand.