Grinding against me, she leaves my hands where they are and I feel her fingers start to work at my belt bucket. Her hand slips into my slacks, sliding...down to the tip of my shaft, her fingertips playing over it. She drags her fingertips up and down its length, squeezing gently. ‘Right, of course,’ I reply softly scooting back to give her hand more room to move. I lean forward, working her skirt up to her waist and slide my fingers up her thigh and in through the side of her underwear. There, I. And I am sure Frank would be shocked if I told him."NO! God you can't tell anyone," I pleaded as Ben moved towards me."Well, I might be able to forget what I saw," he said as his hand reached out and his fingers ran over my exposed breasts."Please don't do this. I will give you any amount of money." MONEY! I don't want money. I want a shot at that body," he said as he suddenly ripped my tattered dress off.I turned to run but he tripped me and I hit the ground hard. Dazed I felt him pull me to. "So what was the best part of your year?" I asked her, wiping my hands to get rid of the lettuce stuck on them."Painting my room," she said brightly.I tried not to laugh."And making the dean's list for both semesters." She said it smugly."Ahh, the scholarly artsy-fartsy type, huh?"She gave me a mean look. I decided it might be best to leave all of that right where it was."So what was the worst part," she asked me."Can I plead the Fifth?" I asked, trying not to smile remembering the scene with. I was sucking her above her panty. This was making her crazy and she was breathing and making noises heavy enough for my neighbor to get suspicious though. I drifted apart and went to the living room and played television. I came back to the bedroom and said, now u can enjoy making noises while I explore you. This made her more excited. In the next 30 minutes, She might had enjoyed the greatest suck in her life according to her confession later. My tongue had explored her each and every curve..