Then my phone rang. “Get that young assistant to attend to you for a fitting," he said, “and while he kneels in front of you make sure he can see ...hat you are bare beneath the skirt."I beckoned the assistant over and sat on the stool while he helped me fit the shoes. It wasn’t hard to see that his eyes were wandering up my skirt and I parted my legs just a little as instructed to see what he would do. The sight of my bare thighs above the hold-ups made the poor lad’s job difficult but he really. After the show, Cynthia took me to a local restaurant where lots of kids from our school hung out. She was clearly showing off that she was out on a date with me. It caused a little stir, but not too much; by this time, people expected shocking things of me.We sat at the table, and Cynthia kept holding my hand on the table and laughing loudly. I finally got tired of it. I beckoned to her and she leaned forward across the table. I grabbed her head and gave her a big kiss, tongue and all. She was. ? It seemed to last forever, there in the dim light, my cock sending thrumming pleasure through my body as it forced its way in and out of her dry, aching cunt, each sound of pain and agony and terror from her throat a prod to my lust, to my pleasure.? My whole body felt like it was going to explode as I felt that sensation so close to pain deep in my bowels, felt it build up stronger and stronger as I kept pumping into her tight cunt, reaching under myself to grip her tit harshly in my hand,. How about we eat out for breakfast either before or after church. You decide.”As Sunday progressed, the story slowly came out that no football team members were at that party. It was actually members of the marching band who were caught streaking and rounded up by the police. The most serious charges were the many cases of underage drinking and many more cases of vandalism.The really funny part of the story was that many neighbors decided the best way to ensure their insurance companies would.