He was leaking some against my leg. When John Candy got hit in the face, we both were in tears of laughter. I raised up to catch my breath, and notice... he cautiously shifted a little to the left. When I sat back down, it was laying against my legs joining the V. It had reached a point of no return. Without any words, his hand reached up to cup my breast as he squirmed under me. I instinctively reached under me and felt his hardness. I rubbed the tip that was exposed. He was a little larger than. “Question….where the hell was ‘Dawgly’ come from?” I asked.He let out a loud laugh.“My stepfather adopted me when I was four. It’s his last name.” he said.“Ok, I was half expecting a white, overweight white guy.” I said.“A lot of people do, but again, ‘Drell’ is not a white name.” he said.I shrugged.“True.” I said.“What is ‘Drell’ short for?” I asked pushing the elevator button.“Ladrell.” He said.I smiled.“Nice to meet you Ladrell, I am Keela.” I said extending my hand.“Nice to meet you Miss. I moved my hand down to my chest and watched in growingfascination as her hand moved down and cupped one of thoseperfect titties. I flexed my thumb and felt a tingle ofexcitement shoot through my breasts even as her own nipplestiffened and grew in response.And then I dropped my hands lower, feeling between my legs forthe familiar touch of my male equipment. Her hand did likewiseAnd each of us found only the soft, yielding, furry moistness ofa woman's inviting love-nest.I was looking in a. To our knowledge, not one girl in High School had ever resisted his advances. Not one ... ever! And not due to lack of trying. Girls would make all sorts of bets that they could resist him and refuse to date him, but none could. Most even ended up at least once in the back of his car or in his bed. It even became sort of a rite of passage for a new girl arriving at school wanting to join one of the better social cliques', to be ordered to flirt and make passes at Peter but given strict.
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