Only an inch or two taller, his ice blue eyes match his own moss green. he is wearing a button up shirt, striped vertically in varying shades and tint... of blue and tucked into semi-tight jeans that fit the curvature of his butt and crotch perfectly. “Oh hey you made it, I would have been pissed had you not shown. I already have half a party.” He frowns “Oh well, its my sweet sixteen, nothing is going to ruin this.” He perks up immediately and meanders to the kitchen, presumably to get more. Her muscle memory and her remembering the various defenses and counter-attacks had all five down on the ground. They weren’t going anywhere except jail, the hospital, or if Jasmine’s father found out the morgue. Our car was waiting at the curb when Jasmine walked over to us. Her quick, efficient moves barely caused her to break a sweat.I see that the driver called ahead. Those aren’t the local police arriving to collect the five goons.Jasmine was in the car, and Gabriella was about to slide in. Our mutual desperate need didn't abate, in fact, if anything it seemed to be increasing. We both managed to disengage from the writing pretzel on the floor long enough to rip our clothes off. And I do mean that literally. At the very least our shirts were in shreds, and in her case, still hanging on to her arms. She wasn't wearing a bra, and instead of panties she had on boxers that were only being held up by her shapely hips. But she wasn't acting like someone who had just been sexually. I did this for a couple years, including web camping, plenty of guys out there to show my cock too and see theirs, some pretty big loads came from those sessions. There was a new glory hole in town advertising, still wasn't brave enough to go. But one day, I decided to take the plunge and invited this college k** over while my wife was with friends. We decided to meet in the parking lot at a video store near my house. I was so nervous in anticipation and the fear of the unknown. He.