I love knowing that I am deliberately manipulating your mind into an erotic state. This story is to be considered “Fiction” although it has its ...asis in “Fact”. This is not to be considered a true tale of underage sex, statutory rape, or molestation, as these events happened more than a quarter century ago. Some of the principal parties are no longer living. The only reason I’m telling you that it has its basis in truth, is it might make it all the more sexy for you, and maybe make your. ‘You look down tonight,’ I said. ‘Are you OK?’ She stopped writing, her head still down, and I saw tears drip onto the keyboard of the computer she used to record rentals. Her shoulders began shaking and she sobbed quietly. It bothered me that she was upset and I wondered if there was something I could do to help. ‘If you need someone to talk to,’ I ventured hopefully, ‘I’m a good listener.’ She took a deep breath, seemed to get herself under control, and looked up at me, smiling faintly. ‘Ah,. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck." She did half a sit up, then her head hit the ground."Oh, yes, yes..." His dick popped out of her quivering pussy, launching his orgasm as it sprang up. The first white stream splattered her stomach and heaving chest. He shoved his cock down. It slapped against her groin, and a rush of ball juice drew a line up her body. She lifted her head and watched his cock spurt cum on her belly."Look at all that," she said. "Did you squirt that much inside me last time?" I. I asked him to turn around so I could his arse in them. As he faced away from me, I stepped forward and pressed my stiff cock to the fabric. He stepped away, we hadn’t talked about what were our limits for the evening. I explained I wanted to feel the fabric on my cock, not wanting to fuck him. He stepped back and bent at the waist a little.I slid my cock between the cheeks of his arse, pressing the fabric while sliding up and down the gap. Oh it felt electric with the fabric doing great things.