I didn't even bother to put on one of my new shirts. Why waste the look on a face like this. School rules dictated that boys had to wear shirts with c...llars, but I'd inherited a couple polo shirts from Carl's little brother, Rich. So last year they were worn by a fifth grader. This year they were almost too big on a seventh grader. I wore my good jeans from last year. It all would have looked okay if it wasn't for the huge red splotch on my nose.And I wasn't in class with any of my usual. I played goddamned Twister for this. Your cock is getting harder and harder and the angle you’re at is rubbing up behind my balls as you move your hips. I can feel the head of your cock pushing against my balls over and over - ah it feels so good – and you, so generous, reach around to my cock and give it a few strokes. I’m drunk and dazed, but I know I want more than this; I know you want more than this, and as your cock slides out of the warm haven of my thighs and up between my cheeks, I. He slowly unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped it. Placed his hands over my panties and rubbed my pussy.“Ahhh”, I held on to the head rest with my hands and lifted my body over the seat, so he could insert it deeper. He slid his hands into my panties and started rubbing my clit.“Aaj se tu meri randi hai samjhi?”“Mmm…”, I moaned with my eyes closed. He was rubbing faster now and I had totally lost my senses. It was the first time a man was touching me down there. I had seen it many times in porn. He is a twenty something, with his brains in his dick and eager to get his cock inside me as quickly as possible, shoot his load over me and get back upstairs to boast to his mates that he fucked an older married woman. Frankly I don’t care what he tells his mates, I want, I need, a cock, preferably young, thick and long but as long as its young I don’t care. Earlier, in the crowded dance area I had picked him out and danced suggestively by him and true to form he took the bait. After a few.