I watched in near disbelief, my eyes glued to the two full, firm, fleshy tits, the nipples already erect and hard as pebbles! She moved down onto the ...loor between my spread legs, then she did something which almost made me spurt right there and then.She laid her hands flat on my thighs about halfway up and began to shake her upper body back and forth. I gasped as her big twin-D beauties shook as she moved. They looked like two flesh-colored mounds of Jello, tipped with a cherry on top of each. I didn’t like the ones with me in them; it was weird reading an ‘I’ and ‘we’ story (ED: We call that First Person Narrative, Roops. BL) where I was getting all of the attention. It’s like having sex with yourself, but not in a good way. To make it up to me, Belinda promised to write me a story where I was the ‘I’ and she was the ‘she’ (ED: A Ghost Written First Person Narrative. BL). “And it will be super hot!” she assures me. We’ll see. This is that story. I haven’t read it yet, but Belinda. His last escapade had gotten himkicked out of school for a week inlate March just before Easter break. Sowith Easter break and a week expelled, hewas out of school for a total of2-weeks. Of cause this did not go over greatwith his mom, who was tryingto raise Rick & his sister Holli alone. Rick'sdad was killed in a caraccident about 3 years before. His mother was at herwits end on how todeal with him getting into so much trouble. She didn'tunderstand that hewas getting into trouble to prove to. This is what I like, I tell myself.“Please,” she says, bargaining now, “You can have my mouth, or my pussy, whatever you want.”I chuckle and say sarcastically, “Both lovely offers, to be sure, but tonight, tonight, neither of those are the holes that I want.”She’s whimpering now and my hard-on is raging and needs urgent attention, so I prepare her and work my way in quickly.“Bad girl,” I say accusingly.“No, please, don’t say that.” She says softly, her eyes, darkly reflecting her discomfort. “I.