I could feel him thrusting against my bare ass, his hands held mine down. His hand was big enough to gather both of mine up and hold them behind my b...ck as he fumbled with his zipper. I guess I was struggling a lot because he mashed my face into the dirt. I could taste the damp earth and something tangy. Now that I think of it, it was probably my blood. Maybe a stick cut me or I bit my lip. I was so focused on the stinging pain on my cheek-that I was shocked to feel my legs being spread apart.. "I love how small your feet are, and how you're not afraid to show alittle leg." Wow, this guy was getting WAY to frisky - but he couldn'tmake a big deal of it, what if this was some sort of radio host's prank?He could not afford to give the company any more negative publicity onsocial media, but maybe it was just a recording. "I love how you're hipshug that skirt, and I love how small your frame is- are you, are you stillthere?" So, there was a person on the other end of the line, this. I was 14 and realized that it turned me on looking at the men as well as the women, but had never seen or touched another mans hard cock in real life.This book had lots of guys in it and they all had big sexy hard cocks, one was bigger, and better looking then all the rest, and I was looking at a full page close up of this guys cock, stroking away wet and hard as hell and I said out loud to myself "I wonder what his hard cock feels like", and to my horror I heard my dad say "Probably nice and. “Uncle Mats, please stop, you can drop them off on our way home.”Stopping the Avalanche beside them, they look and wonder, but the privacy glass makes it nearly impossible to see into the cab. Tracy opens the door.“Lane, Bryn, jump in, Uncle Mats will give you a lift home.”Lifting the armrest allows Lane to slide in beside me. Bryn goes to the back with Rebecca. Again, the heat of Lane’s body touching mine gives me a wild feeling. Her soft scent doesn’t help.“Thank you, Mr. Rogers; the bus.