.. I ... I ... I like what we do...” Sloane continued to stammer, looking for words but not finding any.“You like the things I do to you?” Jack ...sked slowly.Sloane nodded.“You like the things that I make you do?”Sloane nodded again.“And you like that I make you do them, even if you don’t like them, right?”More nods.“I like the way you make me feel.” Sloane said before she could stop herself.“Oh? And what is that?”“Small.” Sloane whispered, looking at the floor.“Heh. You like to feel small,. She had not lost her touch. She slowly stroked my shaft with two hands, keeping me near to, but not at the point of no return. Each time I felt those little pulses in my balls and base of my cock, the precursors to uncontrollable spurts of cum, Sarah would stop or slow down, keeping me from shooting my load. I wasn’t sure if Sarah was teasing me and my cock, testing her long unused skills, or just re-acquainting herself with my manhood, as if my cock was an old friend she had enjoyed in the. Her mind was racing through a full spectrum of emotions. She worried about the thought that she was actually dying to sleep with a boy not even half her age. Her inner turmoil went from the guilt, to the likely consequences of such an act. Finally she decided. ‘Damn the consequences dammit! God knows, I could use a good fuck and some youthful energy booster right now!’ She deliberately dropped her pen and bent down to pick it, as she did, Roman’s eyes ogled her cleavage and she could see his. As it narrowed a side street was on the right, it was a dead end and surrounded by dumpster bins.Grabbing her hand I pulled her into a doorway behind a bin that was quiet and sheltered, I pushed her up against the wall and soon we were snogging, my hands were grasping her bum cheeks, which were spongy as she was so chubby, her arms were round my neck. As we snogged her hands moved down and were on my waist, I brought my hands up and were soon fondling her tits.As I kissed her neck she moved.