We talked about it because when he reached over to stroke mine, I rested my hand on his ass to support myself. Doug not only stroked my dick, like I d...d his. He continued to stroke it as if enamored by the feel of it. His hand felt good.As he stroked we both began to breath heavily. I squeezed his ass gently. He responded by stroking more purposefully. My hand then began to rub his ass. I rubbed it the same way I would a woman and he masturbated me as if it was his own dick.Before we knew it, I. You want in?”“Hell yeah! Let’s show em who runs these streets!”“Right on. Park in the back and wait for my signal. I’ll text when he’s prepped.”“Sounds good. I’ll see if the others want to join in.”“The more the merrier.”Valerie opened the door to their room, flicked on the lights and strode in confidently with Randy in tow. She set her purse and bag of toys on the end table in between the rooms dual twin beds. The mischievous domme surveyed the freshly cleaned room and smiled.Val and her. It seemed all the girls in Roosevelt High were engaged with discussing him. If the government happened to be listening to the phone calls of every girl from Roosevelt, for whatever reason, they would be hearing about every single second of Tim Murphy's day, from the route he takes from the locker room to second period, to which girls attempted to talk to him, to how he pretty much wrote off each one.On top of all this, the girls were circulating numerous pictures of Tim walking through the. Though I knew she would be willing, I had other things planned. I had a thermos of warm coffee, and we drank it together as Emma talked more about her plans for the future. ‘What about boyfriends?’ I asked. ‘Oh, I’ve had a few of them,’ she said. ‘But all they want to do is grope me. I mean I do get turned on by them, but mum says there’s more to life and a gentleman would respect me. She left my father when I was a toddler, and she has been really choosy, so she doesn’t have a bloke at the.