He’d always thought she wasbeautiful, but today she looked especially sexy. She wore a black, form fitting shirt and a long, green,cotton skirt ...ith a slit running up the left side. Herbrown, wavy hair was up. She’d slipped her feet out ofher black pumps when she’d folded her legs underherself to sit down. Her lips were full and glisteningfrom the chap-stick she’d just applied. She was such aknock-out. He couldn’t believe any man had ever wantedto leave. I told him thats the girl I'm still with and he justs starts laughing and my stomach just starts turning I knew something was wrong. I asked him what do you mean? Why are you laughing? He said I probably wouldn't want to hear about it but I pressed him and wanted to get what ever he knew out of him. He gave in eventually, it was then that he informed me that she was the girl that the football team use to gangbang and run trains on in college almost weekly. I wanted to puke, my heart was. I gently pinched my face with my fingers, but I couldn't pinch any wrinkles, but the ubiquitous sense of tightness and wrapping could not be faked at all, and I couldn't help feeling the amazingness behind the leather again. technology."I'm like this... so beautiful."I murmured with emotion, and squeezed out a pleasant moan from the depths of my throat.Not only the physical pleasure brought by the wrapping feeling of the latex leather, but also the sexual pleasure, realizing that I have really. He’d been cum in twice, the second time nearly as monumental as the first, and it felt he’d expelled a quart of sperm from his backside. Fucking surfer-boy freak. Fucking elephant-balled bugger-artist.It gave him perverse joy being only 16 years old. It aroused him knowing that he technically couldn’t give consent, that he’d been thoroughly and illegally gored tonight by his energetic, surfer boy rapist. Simply thinking the term ‘rapist’ triggered a responding testosterone rush. He didn’t.