Most of the neighborhood was still outside,and they gathered alongside my front lawn. The wholecrowd, both men and women, watched intently as Paul and...is friends pulled off my white T-shirt and bra.“What are you doing?” I yelled. “Somebody please helpme!” As if on cue, the crowd, both men and women,started to laugh and call encouragement to the guys.They pulled off my capri pants and my white cottonpanties. “No!” I shouted. “Please, stop, help!”. Falling to the ground, I let go of herand pressed a hand to the bullet wound on my side, throwing her as far asI could towards the safety of the wall, I turned to draw as muchattention to me as I could. It worked, because I was kicked again andfell backwards to the ground. The sensations were crystal clear, pain andcold, concentrating on breathing, I lay as still as I could, to make thesniper think that I was dead, hang in there, keep breathing, stay strong,those were the words going through. I closed my eyes and moaned, almost overcome by what I was seeing and what I was thinking and the pleasures that Kelly was giving me. She was on her knees now, her warm moist mouth engulfing my own rock hard dick. Her tongue circled the crown of my cock, licked at the underside. Her finger nails gently travelled the length of my hard shaft. Her hands cupped my balls and squeezed softly. Her finger slipped up between the cheeks of my ass and slid deep inside as my cockhead banged against the. My heart began racing… and my cock was on the same wavelength. Careful so that she wouldn’t see me, I stayed silently where I was for another 30 seconds before my little man was at full mast… I simply had to rub one off. No doubt about it.At this point I even pondered catching her in the act, hoping it would lead to something, but I realised that was unlikely and for once chose not to think with my dick. Still, what would any teenage boy do? You’ve imagined fucking this girl for weeks, and here.