She heard someone tut, she turned to see the guy from the bar stood close behind her.“Shouldn’t litter” He said smirking, his blue eyes piercing...into hers.“What can I say? I’m a bad girl.” She smiled back and turned around.The band came on stage and the large crowd cheered, everyone pushed forward and all of a sudden the bar guy was even closer to her than before, pressing his crotch right into her arse. The first song kicked in and she started rocking to the music, one of her favourites, and. His chest hurt awfully and he felt he would have a difficult time breathing, but he managed to get up as he knew the seriousness of his situation. He could hear footsteps approaching from behind him as well as what sounded like a female voice shouting out in pain. He instinctively ran up the hill. He could see his bike rolling on its own about 20 meters ahead of him, and then it hit a tree, stopping the engine. If he could get to it he might can start the engine again quickly and get away. . I want to share one of the experiences with one of the College senior girl who was very smart and attractive. However she was not good at studies especially maths.It was her second year and by that time I was confident by my advances towards her that she did not mind my bit feeling and playing with her lovely soft body. On her birthday in fact I cornered her in an isolate place and kissed her for several minutes without fear and gathered courage to squeeze her lovely soft full breasts. She only. I went over and sat beside her. Now my mom is in her early 40s, 5'6 with long dark hair, she has d cup breast that are a little saggy, a bit of a belly but not fat. I have shoulder lenth brown hair perk c cup breasts and im 5'4. Mom just sat and look at me."How come your not wearing your pjs" didn't feel like it mom" well you should go put them on" its ok i will put them on in a bit, i just want to watch tv"I think mom was trying to get rid of me so she could finish. So when mom went back to.