"Those words hurt the cash strapped boy. He was saving up the money heearned working part time at the video game store to buy his mom a greatChristmas...present, tickets to go see Neil Diamond. She loved his songsand some of his earliest memories was of his mom singing The Basher'ssong. Ron was looking forward to joy his mom would get from that gift.In fact, he was hoping she would pick him to go the concert with and getto see the joy on her face while Neil was serenading the audience withhis. Especially, because most of those same kids whom they wanted to punish by stripping them from their clothes, were already running around naked at the beach, or with such tiny bikinis on, that it almost didn't hide anything of their perfect shaped bodies. Dina's response had been that being naked at the beach, or in the middle of a busy city, was still completely different. She told her parents that she wouldn't be caught wearing a bikini in the city, but at the beach, it didn't bother her,. The cock was her complete undoing, when she felt the thick, hard head, damp with pre-cum slide over her smooth flat belly she screamed, her struggles no longer a need to escape but a need to touch, to lick, to be taken. “Please, oh please fuck me,” she begged to the stranger as his heavy, erect cock slid between the valley of her breasts and slapped them like the hammer of a bell, sounding the death of her reason. Her breathing rasped and her lips parted as the thick head met her mouth, and she. “There are a lot of very talkative ladies in this building. They say you’re really good.” His smile widens. “I could use a haircut.”“I work downtown.” I take a deep breath and wonder if I should tell him the rest. A little bit of a breeze rustles through, catching his scent on a wave of air. I’ve never felt this way ... So off balance by someone’s presence, and somehow addicted to the feeling. “Sometimes I do cuts in my apartment, though.”“Hmm. I might have to make an appointment, then.”I don’t.