..like a book...to be used...I can feel the tears on my eyelashes...then rolling down my cheek..like the rain on the window pane..I roughly wipe that ...way...biting down on my lip...I feel I have drawn blood...but do I care...I just feel anger...dislike...I close my eyes....and have the vision of him..so clear..burned into my brain..Last night...him standing behind me..his strong arms around me...cupping my breasts...kissing my neck...there are goosebumps all over my body...I can feel every. Nathan did wear his underwear, and they were white and in the form of a skimpy bikini. Naturally, Nathan’s eyes darted upon Seth’s cloth covered cock which slightly protruded outwards forming a nice little basket. Nathan felt his own cock twitch and jerk and he was trying to do anything imaginable to prevent an erection. Throughout the remainder of the evening, Nathan did everything humanly possible to show Seth his cock. On a few occasions, Nathan thought he saw Seth looking, but Seth was too. I recalled meeting her once or twice and she had blushed and gone very quiet, only speaking to say a timid 'hello'. Although I did notice her sneaking a peek of me when she thought I wasn't looking, quickly looking away when I looked at her.Well, apparently, although very quiet she had this deeper side to her that she kept hidden from all except Betty. According to Betty, she had been a bit of a nympho with hubby, always wanting it. Now, in her older years (she was same age as Betty) and with. "What could be more tempting to a mob of derelicts than two attractive females walking down a quiet street alone? They couldn't resist. They pulled along side us trying to get us to stop and talk, eventually we did. Now began the lurid comments, suggestions that we get in the car with them for some fun. Sophie was sweetness personified, leading them on, encouraging more of their filth.In her sweetest voice, she said. "I doubt any of you are big enough to interest me. I like them big, and hard..