I had attended a basketball game my freshman year when a guy sat next to me and ran his hand up my leg. Lucky for me, I wore a miniskirt. I put my jac...et over my legs and let his fingers do the walking. I came just as my school's team made the game-winning three-point shot at the buzzer. I knew then I was hooked. The biggest rush came during my junior year at school. I was in the library when he came in. Rumor had it that he stood at about six-foot-two inches and packed a lot of heat down. See adjusted it and showed me, ‘See beta, see my cleavage and get horny’. She started stroking me and I made moans and talked dirty just like the other day. In a few minutes, I shot a load of cum and it mostly landed on her cleavage since it was near the cock’Mom: ‘I think your cum knows your favorite place so it lands there every time. Pass me the tissue I will clean it’Me: ‘Mom, I will clean it, don’t spoil your hands’So, I took the tissue and before she could say anything, touched the part. You want to hit it?"They were all ready to make the hit, so they left right away. Owl drove them to the usual stretch of road they liked to use for their ambushes and found a good place to park. By now, the bootleggers knew that this was the general area where the Birdmen operated, but it was a 2-mile long stretch of road that they had to use to get from Sarnia to Detroit. There was no other route of adequate road with less than a 30-mile detour. The crooks didn't like it, but they used it.. I was on my second bite when Skip’s fingers brushed my thigh, sending a cascade of little shivers down my spine. I told myself it was accidental, but a moment later his fingers were back, this time caressing me in a way that could only be deliberate. I considered pushing his hand away, but Skip’s fingers were evoking sensations I’d never felt before. He’d begin by touching just above my knee, then slowly tracing a path up the inside of my thigh. Each time he repeated this caress, it ended.