He was nervous trying not to touch my tit while tying the strap. "You don't have to be nervous, Tom". I sure wasn't. My nipples started poking through...my shirt, but I continued standing there like nothing was out of the ordinary."I'm not." he lied back. His hands fumbled a bit and brushed the tops of my breast a bit. I wasn't sure if it was purposefully or if he was fidgeting because being this close to my tits actually made him nervous. He managed to tie a tight knot. "Make sure my tit can. 

I remember waking up in the morning after a night terror. I may have actually awoken, paralyzed and riddled with fear, but I don’t really remember it too well. I tried to block as much from my mind as possible. I only remember it being enough to spring me out of bed at Six AM in the morning with my heart beating rapidly. Quickly, I climbed out of bed in just my father’s Pink Floyd shirt, which hung low enough to touch my knees at the time. I liked wearing his shirts to bed, or in general. It was just amazing! I slowly walked towards her until I rested in between her legs. Feeling my excitement and sensations rising in my cock, I held my penis and slowly inserted it into my mom's hole. She moaned very slowly. My penis went in quite easily since she just took a shower. I felt pre-cum pouring out inside. Once I was all the way in, I started pushing in and out."Uh, Jake, make sure you,oh uh, pull out, uh,oh,uh..."After 10 seconds, I groaned, the biggest groan I have ever heard from. Aside from the two of you, the street is deserted. What could he have in mind? Even at this hour, the risk of getting caught precludes him fucking you here. Perhaps he plans to put you on your knees for a blowjob? Standing behind you, he removes your coat and tosses it in the back. “You got a serious case of the wilds in there, little girl.” His lips brush your neck, sending a tingle down your spine. “I intend to keep it going for a while.” He slips the straps off your shoulders,.