Jess had run her hand up and down my butt crack a dozen times. Every time she felt a little lower. When she reached my butt hole she stopped and tried...to push her finger in. I didn't stop moving but grunted to stop that. I could feel another shaking coming close and by the looks of Susy, she looked close too. Jess put her hand around my balls and gently massaged them. This sent me shaking and Susy started her spasms, we jerked together and stopped moving. I couldn't see for several seconds. Wanting to touch more of you, I find the flank of your lower thigh and slowly – ever so slowly – run my entire hand, fingers spread, up the smooth muscles of your leg and angle my approach inward toward the line of your black panties. My thumb feels the texture of the thin lace first and I take a minute to let each of my fingers explore the border which is rich with design. I follow the path of the lace up toward your hip then back down again. I flatten my hand against the main fabric of your. "STOP IT!" he snapped, pulling away from her violently. "That's just the kind of reaction we need to reject! Can't you see? That's just how I used to speak to myself back then, how I used to feel sorry for myself. Well, now I know better, now I don't want pity — least of all your pity. I want your respect! Now I know that the only thing to do is to stand up for myself, to be strong. I refuse to be a victim this time; I refuse to let them bully me anymore!"Beckie was stunned at his reaction for. The four of us went to a restaurant a few blocks away. I learned that Eric was married and had gotten his wife pregnant their first year of college (which explained how he had a k** that was out of high school). Eric had gotten Timmy a job with our company so he could save up money for college and start his life with his fiancé. Timmy had been offered a basketball scholarship to one of the local universities but turned it down because it wasn't enough to cover all the costs and he didn't want.