She kept up the process, teasing him for a few days or weeks and then asking him for something. He grew out the hair on his head, started dressing dif...erently. He thought it was a little feminine but she always reassured him it was sexy. And her performances during the blowjobs that inevitably followed made sure he believed her. Yes, everything was going perfectly so tonight she’d see if he was really the guy she thought he was. ————————————————————- Andrew’s cock ached in his boxers, Hannah. He touches my breasts and massages them, slightly pinching my nipples. The shocks of pleasure when he touches me, goes straight to my pussy, making me want more. My hands fly to his pants and grab his hardened, thick cock, my pussy pulsing with the intense need to have it stuff me. He groans as I massage his cock through his pants. He reciprocates what I am doing and reaches into my skirt to touch my pussy. His surprised face reminds me that I don't have any underwear on and Henry’s words. Although we were jogging, we weren’t going fast at all, but his breathing was labored and heavy. Stopping at a tree, I pretended to fix my shoe. Sneaking a peek at him, I saw that he had stopped, too, and there was no hiding how aroused he was, not in those shorts anyway. His cock was long and hard, tenting out the fabric. He made no effort to hide it. I smiled at him, when he noticed that I was looking at him. I propped my foot up on a large boulder. Poking my ass out, I reached between my. ..that's too bad, you've got to come up with something to make us happy. And do it really, really quick...' I did not have to use my imagination to now what they wanted, both of them was stroking their penis through their pants leg. I muttered '...look fellows, I ain't no punk you've got to let me go, they gonna have head count in a little while and I'll be missed. The cops will be looking for me and you will be in trouble...' In a flash one of them slapped me across the top of my head so hard.