I would have preferred to see her again in a shortskirt like yesterday, but in school she wore jeans like always. But withher boots it really looked n...at. Could I wear pants with such boots? Howwould that look?I shook my head. I really needed to think less about girl clothing andespecially not about how I'd look in it. She greeted me happily, "Hi,Andy. Good news, I bid for a great package of clothing."I looked around to see if anyone was listening. "Shh. If anyone hearsthat!" Oh, don't get. She was silent for a second and then said; “I’m not much on politics, would you explain a little?”I told her; “I was asked by a friend to write a speech for him, and that he is giving it today and Sunday at a couple of local rallies.” I added, “I am not a real political kind of guy, but I am a professional writer, and Jerry, my friend asked me to help in his run for the Mayor’s office. You and I will be backstage and can see how some parts of politics works. I find it fascinating and at the. I (you) stroke my labia and inner folds, which are already super wet and slick. I’m (you are) ready to feel the sensitive feeling of my clit and eagerly hook my (your) middle finger onto it. Your hands wander along my body, wanting to feel every part of me. The skin to skin contact is thrilling. My heartbeats deepen and I’m breathless, speechless.That first touch is electric. My chest tightens a bit and my breathing speeds up. My heart rate increases, beating so hard and fast. I can actually. Then, I was immersed in my own predicament with two sturdy fellows unleashing their uncut tools to batter my pulsating pussy and my willing, wet mouth. I did my best to concentrate on the frowning lad in front of me so that I could capture his load inside my saliva drenched lips.The tool of the guide mounted so knowingly astride my hips was buried deep inside my clutching cunt. I wanted to thank the dark-skinned impaler of my private place for his welcomed efforts but I knew he would not.