Not seeing you. Just feeling your heat. Smelling you. In the silent pitch black. My lips meet your skin the saltiness as I work up and down your sides... Your legs suddenly open wide allowing two fingers deep into pussy. Stretching you. As I feel for your g spot and I start to massage. My now rock hard cock pressing against your skin. I hear your wetness in the darkness. I now feel like you are stirring as your legs spread more. You encourage me and I take my opportunity. As now my chest presses. If we could go to one of the guys’ homes or something, we can make it work. Of course, they can’t tell anyone we’re doing this. I don’t want a line of boys at school coming to me for blow jobs. You can get yours with your friends or we can get together separately like we did today. Oh, and I won’t be getting naked for your friends. That’s just for you, so don’t tell them I did that. Lastly, I don’t want Leslie to feel left out and you can tell her about this if you want. In fact, if she. Talking of which, we better change that foreskin stretcher, we really want that uncut leather hooting over the helmet. You'll be wishing you'd had this fuckhood cut off boy, we want it real ugly, a few inches of nasty skin drooping off your shiny aching glans. Of course stretching it so fast really damages the fragile flesh, forms plenty of scar tissue, so your new cocktube is gonna be thick, dark and numb - real fun for our games, not so good for yours. It'll be so long your plum cockhead. ’ Kim said. Enthusiastically, I agreed to help. Kim was very busty for being petite. I could see clear down her shirt as her DD breasts hung down. I was captured, taken prisoner by what was escaping from her bra. She looked up, I couldn’t look away. She stood up, her cheeks were the color of a rose from the embarrassment. I put the server down, moved closer, grabbed her hand and assured her that there was nothing to feel embarrassed about. I asked her if she had been thinking about the.