Across my forehead, I could feel the delicate dance of silky hair fluttering in the wind. Strand after strand of blonde hair floated into sight, wavin... gently in the air. I lured the golden locks into my hands only to find that they weren't mine.Amidst the hair, snow white fingertips atop plush nails graced the ends of five flawless fingers. Unblemished skin swirled around my hands and engulfed my body. I released the shimmering strand into the breeze as it soared up over my head. Light pricks. Seventeen year olds have literally nothing to talk about. I remember high school being so much more interesting when I was there. After a while, I was starting to feel a little drunk and I could tell they all were. I had even convinced the three of them to make out at one point. All their tongues knotted up, I didn't care that they weren't all as drop dead sexy as Chelsea, but it was still enough that I had to discreetly rub the growing bulge in my jeans. Things started to wind down at about 4.. ” He whispered.A strange sensation swept over Jo’s body, her heart began to race as she realised that there were two sets of hands touching her body, John’s hands were still holding on to her hips as he recovered from his orgasm, she opened her eyes and turned to find the stranger kneeling right beside her, his hands were cupping her breasts, his fingers were gently pinching her nipples. John had clearly signalled his approval to the guy to come closer for a better look and then to fondle. He seemed to laugh in the moans he breathed as he pumped my cunt... Tears streamed down my cheek as his breath burned my soft skin. The sensation of being used in such a wild manner scared me and for some reason I could no longer find the words in my mind to tell him to stop, much less attempt to speak them through his hand. His rhythm quickened and with each of my muffled cries, I found myself moaning deeply inside. My hips began to buck against his as I continued to strike at him. His thrust.