How would he get home? He had no money. He chewed on a fingernail,though Miss Sarah had told him many times not to. He should have stolensome money. W...at now? He spotted a pay phone up ahead, and hoping itstill worked, he ran to it awkwardly, his arms swaying girlishly. Inside,he picked up the phone and summoning all his courage, he dialed theoperator. "Um, hi," he said, making an effort to stop talking like agirl. "I need to place a collect call."The operator made the connection.Alfred. Perhaps he doesn’t notice, so intent is he on kissing you, licking your neck. You squeeze your thighs together to alleviate some of the delightful tickle beginning between your legs. His tongue moves from your neck to your earlobe - God, he’s a great kisser!It reminds you of those “study dates” in high school, your mom in the next room, necking until your knees were weak, your boyfriend occasionally copping a feel. Back to your lips again, hungrily now, but still just kissing. Those study dates. He moved closer to me and I suddenly realised he was naked and could feel his erect penis pressing into my bum crack. More hands were now stroking my legs and arms and I could feel hot breaths as soft lips were getting pressed to my naked thighs. I could feel their tongues licking me and my juices were flowing out of my pussy and down to the awaiting mouths. Suddenly I was being lifted up and then placed down gently on an enormous sheep skin rug in front of the roaring log fire. Strange. I keep fucking her slowly reaching over to her purse I take it pulling it to me. I soon reach over the sling like that looks like a nice long leather cord like attach over to the small purse. Suddenly, I reach over and wrap the leather cord like over on her and lash it tight around her neck. I snap off the purse letting it fall down to the floor off the side of the bed. I pull back on the cord tightening it deep around her neck, while still fucking her my strap-on going in and out of her pussy..