It vibrates on the table – BLACK! I look around, certain my actions are attracting more attention. I open the message. Your wonderful bum fills t...e little screen, tight black shiny satin briefs stretched across you like they’ve been painted on. I gasp audibly. The barista looks over. I stand kind of numbly, slipping my phone into my pocket. My body won’t work properly, my brain is mush, blood flow has gone south. I need fresh air. I’m giddy with lust, and my mind is spinning with so. She didn’t scream.Instead, she stepped to one side, to get a profile view.“So are you, like, normal size?”Curiosity. That’s all she was displaying. I felt like an idiot. Her mother was right. I did have an inflated sense of my self worth.“Pretty much,” I said.“Is it really for me?” she asked, stepping closer.It bobbed, in response to her question, which could be interpreted more than one way.“It’s because of you,” I said, “not for you.”“I don’t understand,” she said, taking another step. My clit was small, like barely there and always hiding, but that didn't matter. She was wide awake and the sparks were flying. I didn't always cum. I mean, sometimes you're just not in the mood for it, so it just feels good without all the fireworks. But mostly I could cum a lot and that was really great."So, when do you wanna ride the stud again, Cassie?" Pete was looking at me, smoking a cigarette like he was cool while Rachel sucked his long thin dick. Just getting another blowjob, no big. Her hand fell to my own breast and cupped it gently then began fondling, caressing. With my eyes, I tried to convey to her that I wanted her. Apparently she saw the lust there and smiled broadly. "The bed," she whispered to me.I looked towards the bed as she wheeled herself beside it and prepared to transfer herself to it from her chair. "Wait," I told her, and quickly positioned myself to help her onto her bed (one thing that I DO know how to do is help challenged people to and from their.