Without looking at me (his eyes are locked on your rigid dick) John grunts negatively. Like a flash, my hand is off his back and reaches up to smack...the back of his head. “Words!” I yell. “You might be built like a fucking ox, but I’m hoping you’re not as stupid.” I can tell the big hunk isn’t sure what to do and he’s still staring down at your dick. I grab a fistful of his hair, force him to look at me and say, “When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer with words. You aren’t a. My matching panties are in place, and black tights on my shaved legs makes me feel wonderful underneath. Over the top is a white jumper, soft and sexy. And a black mini skirt, which stops halfway between my knees and the tops of my thighs. If I was on my own I'd hitch it up a little more, hell, a lot more! I only have two pairs of shoes, high heels of course, which I've practiced walking in, and I needed the practice. But now I swing my hips quite confidently, and the sound of those heels. He pushed me back into the cushions and stood in front of me. I stared at the show he gave me. His long fingers pulled his t-shirt high over his head and off, drawing his body into swimmers lines. Curved toned flanks, the deep recess of his arm pits, decorated with thicker darker hair. His chest hair was fine. Thinning below his nipples to a line that grew like creepers from his jeans.I reached to pull at the belt, allowing me he leaned back. The top few of inches of his cock, pushed up and out. “You know you’re the only girl I want.”“I am as long as you are.” Yeong said, kissing him lightly on the lips and pressing her forehead to his. “I want to do this, not just for you.”Brandon just nodded his understanding then kissed Yeong back.“Why don’t you relax for now.” Tegan gently suggested. “While Yeong and I get to know each other better.”Brandon shuffled back out of their way, taking the opportunity to shimmy out of his jeans and strip off his t-shirt as he sat against the wall. He left.