" Me? NO. I DON'T think so. He's a nice guy, but I like him just as a friend." Too bad. Chris has got a crush on you, you know. Oh yeah. He thinks you...hung the moon. Yesterday when you were napping on the coach, he stared at your ass every time I looked away." Bastard," I grinned."Must be that purple hair of your's. Ever sense you died it and started doin' yer nails and lips that way, he's had the hots for yah." Well, at least someone likes it. No one else has even commented on it in over a. This is instinctive, no pretending, no faking. I reach for your hair at your neck. I stroke, caress, and tell you how so much I’ve missed you, missed your touch, your scent, the way you taste. By now your heart is pounding as I kiss and use my tongue on your neck while gently tugging your hair at the same time. You feel my hands exploring you as if it were the first time, you feel my heart pound, my hot breath on your neck, my hardness against you. The aching in your heart and between your. I paid the entrance fee and went into the arcade area. One thing for certain about this store was that it had the darkest arcade area I had ever been in. There were no doors on any of the booths, just a few flimsy curtains. The nice thing was it had many glory holes…I entered one of those booths and pulled out my cock. I needed some relief and so I stuck my hard dick through the hole in the wall, waiting for someone to pay attention to it…Soon an older gentleman came into the next booth and he. In one quick motion, she slid her hand down the shaft a little ways and thrust her hips back into me, ramming a couple more inches of my cock up inside her. She let out a sigh and I thought we were dead, but nobody noticed. She sat still for a minute or two, but soon grabbed my cock and began moving it in circles again. Her little virgin cunt was so tight that it was actually squeezing my cock, and it made it difficult for her to keep moving it around inside her. I could feel an orgasm .