My body is begging for his cock. I’m so turned on, that I’d do or say anything for it. He moves his hands up to my breasts and fondles them. I’m...close to tears from the pleasure. I want to beg aloud for it, but I fear of his reaction. I glance at him with a helpless expression, hoping to convey my need for him. He put his finger back on my clit and rubbed it harder. I started to moan softly, then loader. He seemed to be toying with me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I could feel my wetness. I stood there next to Monica. She handed me the halter-top while she continued looking for her gym tights."Put these on," Monica said.I thought Monica would have the tights for me in only a few moments, so I listened and I pulled the t-shirt off my head and pulled the rather tight white halter top on. I was bottomless and very aware of it.The halter top was so small and tight that my breasts pushed out of them with a lot of cleavage showing."Shit, where are those tights? I am sure I wore them. “At least I can trust you.” Steph was right inasmuch as I could be trusted to look after the place whilst both she and Jack were away, but sadly I couldn’t trust myself to keep away from her things. Steph was particularly girly, and had an enormous collection of clothing of all kinds, as well as loads of accessories, make-up, and even wigs from her former stint as an amateur actress. At twenty-two years old I was what one could consider a skinny guy, though not at all bony. I looked rather. My cousin liked that and asked me to let him hump me. I thought it was funny and put on all four legs and he mounted me immediately. I had shorts on, so he didn't penetrated me but I really liked the feeling of his pointy cock pocking my butt, his paws on my sides and his weight all over my back.Some time later. When I had the opportunity, I let Bruce mount me but nothing more. It really turned me on watching him on a mirror when he was all over me. My father was never around but my mom and.