There were actually many kinds, French, Americans, English, even Mexican, it was a hard decision to make, just too any kids to drug and just one lucky...was going to smell my cocaine there in the park. I sat on a comfortable chair looking for three entire hours, cautiously, until it would appear another street boy would come alone to sleep alone, and yes! He was just so cute that I could hardly resist to fuck his little ass there in the park, he appeared to be so poor that he wasnt even wearing. . I’ve never felt… Oh Dave… Oh… Ooh… AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!’ Her body twitched convulsively as she fought for control, her legs thrashed and she held her hands to her head as it shook from side to side. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was stuck in a silent scream, until slowly she began to come down from the clouds and was once more able to speak. Breathing deeply, she looked down her body to where Dave was crouched between her thighs, grinning deeply. She gasped, ‘Oh Dave, you can do that. I wanted to push back to him, but he weight wouldn't let me, he had his legs outside of mine and started stroking a little harder and faster. I could feel him breathing harder, then I felt his whole body tense up, and then with about a dozen good hard strokes that almost took my breath away, he finished fucking me.He stayed right where he was and I couldn't help but squeeze his dick, he told me that doing that was telling him that I liked what he'd done, and he was right, I had liked it. After. She grabbed my hand and led me through the throngs of scantily dressed girls and guys trying to get upstairs, to a room at the end of the landing. Tapping on the door she said, "Wendy, its Tiff, I have a surprise for you."The door opened and Wendy was on the phone. Suddenly I was worried. She turned to me, put her phone down and snapped, "About fucking time. Why are you wearing my loser brother's helmet?" It's cooler than the plastic one you left me," I answered."Whatever, and why the fuck.