As she moves her legs around a bit, my young teenage cock is throbbing so bad my jeans zipper bout to bust open and as she's moving them around I see ...hese 4 lines appear on the side of her thigh from the hem of the dress. I get curious as to what it is so I open my Camera app on my phone and I zoom in on her thighs (jus doing that made me even more hard) and I'm observing and those are indeed runs. She moved just a tiny bit more and all 4 went down a bit more and a 5th and 6th run appeared. Suddenly I felt another presence,opening my eyes I got the shock of seeing another of the guys standing next to me with his rather large cock in hand,what can a girl do in that situation?I heard him say "room for one more"the only thing I could think to say amid my mounting excitement was a feeble"feel free".I was manhandled up of the seat as one of them sat down and told me to sit on his cock with my back to him,i didn't need to be told twice as I slowly lowered myself on to the throbbing. "What ended your relationship I mean? When you were seventeen-and-a-half, you know?" Oh, well..." Jhoni said, following me out of the closet and around to the cart. "Uhhh ... Armonde and Inger Marie moved, you know ... back to France when I was seventeen. That is what ... well, changed our relationship. We are still ... friends. Writing letters ... and such nice letters they are. And phone calls, you know ... on holidays." Well..." I said, not shocked that Jhoni still maintained a friendship. With an evil smile, she whispered, “You are very bad boy, Mikhail ... and I love you for it.”It was my turn to go all ‘googly-eyed’ on Zupena, as I processed her final statement. ‘Did she just say she loved me? And was it because I just caused a covert orgasm to overwhelm her body, or was it an actual declaration of true love?‘I was at a loss for words as her eyes darted around my face, looking for a sign of recognition at her statement. Zupena then whispered as she pressed the basketball into.