And it was then that I said “I dare you to take off your bra”“The bra AND shirt? or just the bra?” she asked, as she sat up to begin removing ...he clothing.“Just the bra... for now” I said, trying to make this game last a while. When it came to my turn, she told me to take off my pajama pants, and I obliged with no hesitation. We continued daring each other to remove articles of clothing, until we were both laying there naked, on my bed, in my dark room. She then asked me “Truth or Dare?”“Dare-. ” Whatever. “Next, the accent.” “What the fuck is wrong with my accent?” I was getting a bit antsy now. “Darling,” she said with a sweet smile, “it has the quality of a cat’s claws sliding down a blackboard. I’m not suggesting you lose the New York, it’s part of you, but a good voice coach will soften it and you’ll also learn to do English.” Her smile was seductive. “I speak English.” Christ, this broad was getting on my tits. "Of a sort, yes, I grant you. But, and you have to trust me here,. I had a think then I said “do you know the Heartridge school roundabout?” he replied “yes , I’ll be there at 8:30” The rest of the day I though nothing of it and dismissed it as another billy bullshitter.I woke the next day and turned on the PC to see if he was online , this was about 7:00am . To my surprise I had a message saying “I’ll message you as I approach the Coldra roundabout”. I sat and thought could this be really happening???I started to get very nervous at the same time I found. With his little, shining eyes fixated on my half exposed, hard unit (which was struggling against the fabric), I continued in as much of a friendly and reassuring tone as I could muster: “Do you promise to keep it a secret – something between just the two of us, as buddies?”. He softly spoke the best of words: “Yes”. With that, I pulled the boxers all the way down, and my hard dick bounced against my belly. Having tossed my underwear beside the sofa bed, I was delighted by how the little teen.