The place was pretty secluded. We got out of the car and stood against the car. The weather was amazing and everything seemed so beautiful and dreamy....Being in some beautiful girl’s vicinity makes even normal things “dreamy” of course.We started reminiscing the times when we were going out and got to the romantic and to the physical stuff (both of us had not been with the opposite genders in quite a while then). I sensed the mood and asked her to get in the car to sit and “talk”.We got inside. So am I, so is anyone who isn't ... sitting out under some, fucking, tree somewhere ... Look, who is this, really? Is this Debbie?" She chuckled and continued with a laugh, "Bitch, if you're fucking with me ag--"The patient interrupted, her whispered voice rising in urgency "No, I'm not ... I need help. I need you to help me. I... ," the patient paused again, searching for words. "I'm in this room." Right, the room, got it," said the voice, losing patience. "Look, Debbie, or whoever you are, I. At first I only did the mannequin, but soon with notes hanging and lilting one tuther, flutes and clara's chirping, timps thundering, I could feel the old molten lava, but not the burning in acid type. No, the old lovely magic jingle."Don't-" came that thin toning out from my wattle. "Oh god, please don't." What?"But the damage was spread, my dear sisters, for into the air and into my drums and into my hemi's and into my ticker and down my flat, softer than soft gutter, and flicking my cherry. Creamy gobbets coat my pale pink nipples and areolas, which are hard with excitement. Some of the semen is starting to drip off the tips of my little breasts onto my firm tummy.The stares I get from the passing shoppers turn to smiles as they see how unashamed I am of the sexual nature of my exposure, and how I revel in their attention. I want them to stare at me, and every glance increases my arousal. I stop to look in the window of Topshop, and see my proud semi-naked body reflected back at.