In short she had to tell a story. Anyone could flap an eyelid and snap a photo, few could really tell a story with exposure and composition and focus....er Read Hair draped over her neck, the same porcelain neck that was bundled up in a grey scraf and a deep red leather jacket. She had no makeup on; it would only be ugly icing on her skin and would offer no protection to the Emerald City’s perpetual winter. There was little need for it though: her freckles speckled her face just enough to give. It was perhaps the best I have ever seen. It wasn't one of those little butts. This was a true ass, bubbly and ready to be spanked. I remember once I had talked to her and she told me she didn't like the feel of jeans, so she frequently wore those black tight spandex legging things. Today was one of those days. As we got out of my car I made sure to walk a little behind her so I could continue to get a good, long look at what could only be described as DAT ASS.I was surprised to enter an. Because they were both men.The driver with the crewcut was named Tom.The one with the blonde wig was Jerry.They were both high school students, in the same class as Mike and Clyde, but neither of them were popular or successful with girls, the way the other two were. They weren't particularly ugly or disagreeable, but they were both shy. Neither could work up the courage to ask a girl to go out with them.Both lads were virgins.And both were exceptionally horny.Unable to get girls on their own,. First on my face and I'm completely shocked I stop screaming. It'shands slowly unbutton my shirt. Reaches my tits and circles them a fewtimes and feels weirdly wonderful as his tongue sticks and slightlypulls my breasts with each circle. The tongue migrates farther downmuch to my dismay and pulls my skin sensually. Gets to my belly buttonand by now I'm very aroused."Does everything in this game just want to fuck?" I ask the creaturestruggling to get a good look at it.It hikes up my skirt then.