He moves in close and pushes me against the wall and kisses me hard. Yes, I though, just how I like it. I put my arms around his waist and we kiss ea...h other passionately. My knees go weak as he puts his hands on my ass. The feeling of complete bliss washes over me. After a few minutes he breaks off his kiss and pulls off my hoodie. I let his hands wander, first up my shirt where he cups my small breasts, then to the front of my jeans where he rubs my small cock. I go hard instantly.He. “You mean he’s a good French kisser?” she asked.“Yes,” I responded. “He’s also knows how to use it in other places.”For a second she sat there looking confused before turning to me and saying, “I don’t understand.”“I don’t think I’m comfortable continuing this conversation,” I replied.“Please tell me,” she begged. “I promise this will stay between us. I won’t tell my mom or anyone. Please tell me.”“Okay,” I said. “He’s really good at using his tongue to pleasure my vagina.”“Gross,” she said.. The sudden sound of rockets zoomed from the Black Hawks, then the deafening sound of explosions drowned out the cheers of the soldiers. Most of the men were sticking their heads up and watching the devastation to the opposite bank. Black smoke started to fill the sky as the enemy was being pelted with rockets and machine gun fire from the choppers attacks. The men started to gather around the truck and some were even standing upright now, watching the explosions and fire on the other side of. Neither of the hookers was worried since they had seen the ladies before and as long as the bills were produced, they were happy. When the first car arrived, the two older women escorted Leslie into a deserted warehouse, the main room being always clean as it was often used for union meetings. Leslie was beginning to feel a little queezy as she saw about a dozen men and women milling around in the room. They clapped when Leslie walked in. She kept being reassured by the two older women, but she.