”“Would you like me to make her mother drive her over? It would speed up her arrival, and I will cloud her mind to prevent her questioning this.�...“Alright, yes.”Dylan watched as Gwen ran downstairs to put her shoes and socks on, desperate to get over to Dylan’s house right away. Dylan went over to unlock the front door, and then he picked up his laptop, and took it up to his bedroom. He set it down on his bedside table, then removed his t-shirt, leaving him completely nude. He was a little. But it springs back, hitting her chin. Her head backs away. "You are a naughty boy," she opines. I notice four or five have witnessed proceedings, and are smiling broadly at me.This is going well. It's all in good fun. So I aim at as many hands or faces as I see. I place my cock on the tray with the tidbits and make the offer smiling. A couple pretend to select the cock.Having done the rounds, I return to the kitchen, clean away the pre-cum, and take up a tray carrying cold soft drinks. I find. When we did get back to the barbecue area, we found that everyone seemed to have finished eating and were sitting around at either the park’s picnic tables or the edge of the swimming pool. Mick suggested that we go into the community games room to have a game or two of snooker. Brett and I looked at each other and knew that we really felt like doing “something else”. Jim picked up on this and said quietly to me that he knew what was on our minds. “But,” he said with a wink and a smile, “hold. She had been doing a lot of looking at herself in the mirror today, admiring her naked, sexy body, lifting her breasts and pushing them together like the women in the magazine was doing. It made them look attractive and she thought it made her look attractive too. Attractive to men. Horny men. Horny men that wanted to fuck her.She had read several stories from the magazines she had confis**ted, and the more she read, the more she thought she understood what men liked, what they wanted and.