“Adam! Please listen to me,” I said, and he loosened his grip around my body. I turned around not worrying about the fact that my boobs were almos... exposed to him. He didn’t look at my boob, he looked right in my eyes, before I could say anything else, he started kissing me. For a couple of seconds I tried to push him away, but then I was kissing him back. I held him tightly while his hands moved from my back to my ass, and back to around my neck. We kept standing there near the door, kissing. Of course, these were all carefully programmed robots (I'vesince heard it called "animatronics"), but I was stillimpressed with the attention to detail and the timing. Imade a conscious decision to play along with the fabricateddrama. For a few moments, I would play a role in thisfantasy, taking the identity of a wanton temptress. Afterall, I'd tried out for this part only minutes ago when Iflirted shamelessly with the ride attendant.That buccaneer over there carrying the sack of grain overhis. For a few moments the girl looked hard at the guy’s sad looking penis all squashed up in that see-through jock strap. The foreskin of the knob of that penis had pulled back hard against the pressure of the plastic material that was confining it and this action was causing the end of that penis to distort and squish up hard like it was trying to escape. The little urethral hole right at the tip was getting slightly distended by all this and making it look like it was making a very silent scream. They're like rabbits. Fucking away like crazy. Every afternoon. My seventeen-year old brother and his girlfriend. In the next room to mine. Boy is she a screamer. Not just loud, she's pretty slutty when she gets laid."Fuck me, Justin, fuck me, harder," I hear through the wall."Cum in me, Justin, I want your cum," she yells."Suck my pussy, Justin, harder, harder," it echos.I live in a porn flick every afternoon. Justin and his girlfriend, Kayla, are already home when I get here and they waste no.