. My Susie screams and asks "What is That Master"? It is your surprise I tell her, you must guess what it is. I run the cold metal object along your b...easts, sometimes smooth, sometimes it is almost cutting as it rubs. Cupping your other breast I give it a few good whacks, then back to the first one. I will be right back, leaving you to wonder where I have gone, what I will bring back, and all the while your breasts are starting to throb. When I return I spread your legs and fondle your pussy,. We were a little nerdy but quite typical boys– preoccupied with girls, sex and how our young cocks were shaping up. One Saturday we were hiking out in the hills and we started talking trash about how big our cocks were. We had seen each other in the gym showers and we kind of knew what each of us had down there. But, still, it turned into a good-natured argument.I told the guys that what really matters is how big a cock is when it's fully erect – not when it's limp. So we each dared each other. She projects an image of serenity andbrightness in whirlpools of motion. Her physical appearance continuallyreinforces this. Her long, mostly goldenrod hair with natural auburnand dyed mahogany streaks, slight starry smile with the slightestintimation of mystery, and perfect pastel complexion all radiatesomething indefinably warm and vivifying and immaculate. But it's herempathy you notice most. Her personality is a tender membrane thatmorphs with seemingly effortless ease around the. So we got ready to go, I, myself was going in shorts and a vest, as it was the hottest weekend of the year, and Bella, (who of course loves to flaunt her amazing bubble-butt and juicy 34 DD breasts) wore a tank top, which still didn't cover all of her tits, and some denim shorts, which of course, just made her ass look delicious.We arrived pretty early, around 6 pm. Needless to say it was still pretty crowded. There were around 20 people there already, mostly girls for a change.Bella and I.