“Don’t you like the way I dress?” I stuck my tongue out. “Your friends seem to like it!” Jake pulled a grimace which was intended to be a jo...e but I could tell I had hit a nerve. “Sorry Jake, I didn’t mean...” I started but he pounced on me and began to tickle me right there on the footpath, his hands on my tummy and ribs in the way he knew rendered me helpless. True to form, my knees gave way immediately and I fell to the grassy bank alongside, Jake’s hands following me down, tickling me all. As taught earlier, she gently pulled back my foreskin and then proceeded to lick and kiss my cock head while caressing my testicles with her hand. My cock quickly became fully hard and sticky fluid started to leak out.I held my cock with one hand while I continued to hold her by her hair with the other. I slowly moved my cock all over her face, cheeks, forehead, eyelids… Her lips opened slightly as I drew my cock across them and then I slipped my cock inside her mouth with a twitch of my hips.. ........pleaseeeeeeee,,,,,,,”, and with that, I have to cross my legs at his and pull his weight against mine so that his cock would be buried alive inside my wet pussy until it would hit my uterus which would send a thousand volts to my whole being. Only then would he press his bottom against my bottom, pull and push his cock like a shaft in a machine, pull it up again and slowly bury it, longer, while making small rhythm inside me. Each time he do, some electric current would surge my body. .. and knowing that I am the only one who knows this about you, and still loves you. Who else would see you like this and not laugh at you... not be repulsed... not run away... I accept this of you... and only me. Your skirt drops to the floor, revealing your hard cock, pressed against your stomach inside your thong, the head slightly escaping the waistband. You stand there, feeling vulnerable in heels and panties, feeling ridiculous, yet aroused. I tell you to take off your heels. I make you.