But as my profile reads im kind of nasty ;-)... So i turn around and this guy was kinda sexy...dominican lookin wih nice hair and kinda in shape..so i...didnt smile or anything but i jus turned bak around as if nothing happened...when he saw me look then not say anything i could almost immediately feel his dick get harder..and it was kinda filling my crack and still goin almost touching my thighs..he was hung like a bull...so i squeeze my cheeks together grippin his dick wit my ass crack..i did. "Well on one hand it feels kind of good... like fun and exciting you know? Almost like an adventure.." "And on the other hand?" he coaxed me to continue, still running his hands along my body. "I guess on the other hand I feel ashamed or humiliated or something... Boys aren't supposed to wear this stuff, know what I mean?" "Yes I do know what you mean. Society has taught you from a young age that you are supposed to dress a certain way, act a certain way. And that doing anything different makes. Michelle really like this. But then once again his hand found her breast and even though like before she felt the impulse to jerk away she restrained herself and didn’t. Then he moved his hand on her breast and she could feel the arousal of his touch and it felt good. But there was this strange other feeling in her, a feeling of betrayal. It confused her so she ignored it. Michelle was able to become comfortable with Bob feeling her breast even when he pushed his hand inside the top of her. Ryan’s dad was seriously intimidating.Callie saw the back door open in the kitchen and quite a few people slipping out and fleeing, until Ryan’s stepmum Louisa went and closed it. Callie thought that was a bit odd: she’d been expecting the parents to be ordering everyone to leave, not keeping them in... “I’VE GOT A GOOD MIND TO CALL THE POLICE,” continued Ryan’s father in a fury, “I CAN SMELL DOPE, DON’T THINK I CAN’T. AND AT THE VERY LEAST YOUR PARENTS ARE GOING TO BE TOLD. YOU KNEW MY WIFE.