It was still quite a distance and you couldnt actually see what we were doing precisely, he walked closer to us.I felt the heat turning up cause he di...n't look scared or repulsed. Much to the contrary, he looked content and smiling a bit ! He came closer to a meter of 10..Stranger : Good day, are you lovely people having fun without me ? Esther : It wouldn't hurt for someone to join in right slave boy ? Me : Uhm , i'm not sure but uhh yeah i guess it wouldnt be a problemI was looking at the guy. Tell me I look like a slut she says. I am surprised she asks as this is what got me into trouble all that time ago. Linda says I promise it won't go against you.I tentatively say, you look like a slut. Linda, adds, you have to mean it when you say it. I resond, more firmly, Linda you look like a slut. Linda moves closer, you want ot eat my pussy don't you. I say, you slut give me that pussy. Linda says sluts dno't just get their pussy eaten do they, they need hard cock don't they!I'm so hard. ”—from Spring and Fall: To a Young Child, by Francine ProseYour job is to sit there and make things up, so do it.—from The Collectors, by Philip Pullman, Author’s NoteChapter 11: It's Cold Here[September, 1678]Oxford, OxfordshireIT IS TOO fucking cold here, Amélie thought as she stepped through the mud down Oxford’s High Street. The mud was disgusting. It didn’t matter how careful one was, there was no way to keep it from sticking. And where are the fruits? A banana? Haven’t these people. “Oh fuck I’m so wet.” “Good because I’m ridiculously hard right now.” “Oh God, get it out. I want to see your delicious cock.” No way was I going to say no to that request. I shuffled my butt forward and after some awkward manoeuvring, thank God for cruise control, I managed to release my cock from its tight confines. I swear it was like it breathed a sigh of relief. One of the things I have discovered that I love about exhibitionism is the simple feeling of the breeze blowing across the bare.