Higher he moved until his mouth brushed fractions of an inch from her lips... nipping at the soft vee at the top of her legs and her finger gently cir...led the rim of her opening, wanting so to enter, prolonging the pleasure.His tongue flicked out, licking gently at the back of her finger, following it in its travels and her left hand moved to her breast.. tugging at her nipples, squeezing first one and then the other bringing them closer and closer to the threshold of pain and his tongue drove. He looked about 25 years old, standing proudly in his green uniform. He had a stern look on his face, almost a scowl, as he kept a watchful eye on the shoppers. I gave him the “once-over” from a distance, visually savoring his body from his cap to the polished black shoes he was wearing. The knife sharp crease in his pants made me wonder what was behind his zipper. I needed to find out. My mental wheels were turning and I walked towards him. “Hello,” I said nervously. He nodded in response. I. It makes me feel sexy when I know they are looking. She purred into my ear. I stroked her hair as she continued. We sat down on this little raised platform that had tables and chairs for people to watch. He ran to get us something to drink and I took off my jacket. There was one guy on his team who was staring at my boobs pretty good. He didnt even stop when I looked right at him. By the time Biff got back, I was starting to get turned on. Who could blame the guy? I reasoned with her, Look at. Perkins then smiled and moved her body around to behind my elevated ass and applied a liberal amount of lube. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” Mrs. Perkins explained. “I’m going to reach into your little boy hole, gently, and massage a special place in here. It’s so special that most don’t even know about it. As I do, your immediate need to climax will be replaced by a subtle need to pee….. and yet, you will not pee at all.”It’s then that Mrs. Perkins slid her long middle finger up into my.