I nibbled on your collar bone, and then began to cover every inch of your chest and stomach in kisses, licks, nibbles, and playful bites. It seemed t... you that I was trying to create a topographical map of your body using only my lips and you couldn’t help but enjoy it. As I kissed lower and lower and my hair began to tickle your stomach, your breathing once again became more labored and your stomach flexed underneath my lips. I giggled slightly, but refused to be distracted. When I attempted. The air is thick and damp. The night animal noises are minimal. Footsteps sound muffled.The usual noises of the night can be heard. The stalking of the predators searching for their victims. While nature ignores the food chain of life: hunger, death, and birth, the people of the city protect each other.The only movement we see through the fog are glimpses of the slow cruising police cars. The occasional stopping to shine their remote search light on park walls, the bottoms of bridges, public. Then you sprinkled powder across the tops of your breasts, and it cascaded like snow to the floor. Then you gently spread the powder over your tits and tummy, and slid your hands between your thighs as you opened your legs for me to get a good view. Then you pranced around, teasing your one man audience as you primped and took your sweet time. You stole glances at me as you sat down on your stool, and turned to face the window. You took your time carefully putting on one thigh high, then the. She snuggled happily against him. She liked fucking, but there were times when she felt so open and vulnerable, especially after a good, hard climax, that a boy who held her and comforted her was precious.She wondered if she could put together a school album of boys' cocks. Would she want them up and ready? Would she want them in a quiescent state, or would she want them halfway, and perhaps wet with a girl's juices, and showing just a hint of come? She sighed. She knew it wouldn't happen, but.