Again she had on a sleeveless blouse but this time over a pair of shorts. This time no accompanying friend with her nor mom. This time she was alone. ...his time —she sized me up rather than a blank acknowledgement. Conversation was light and easy. She wore nothing under her blouse and her perky breasts fluttered with each nervously shy movement she made. The up turned smile on her face and mischievous glint in her eyes had me asking her if she wanted to take the bicycle for a test spin. My new. The act that had long repulsed her suddenly became a craving.She listened as a male sponsor choke-fucked his male concubine, roaring his release while the concubine retched and choked. A shriek announced to Marcie's mind that the sponsor had buried his cock to the hilt in the agonized male concubine's ass. The sponsor's bellowing became a duet with the concubine's wailing. Finally both fell silent.Marcie was horrified, terrified -- and all but crazed with lust. The movements of her thighs had. “Yes, yes, I do,” I said into his imaginary microphone again and held my arms up in victory. I did a sort of ambling victory walk around the picnic tables at the conclusion of the game. Barbara was pissed because it took a little while to remove her from the wooden box, and I had stolen her thunder. She tried to join me on the victory walk, but the moment had passed.“Thank you for helping me,” she grudgingly said to me when the attention stopped.“No problem,” I shrugged like it was no big deal.. Everyone else was outside playing. We started playing, role playing I guess. She wanted to play a hooker and I play one of her customers. I went along with it as she took her shirt and pants off revealing that she was wearing her swim suit! I got hard again and things really began to heat up. She was talking a little dirty. "hey you looking for some fun?" she said. She walked up to me and her hands began to slowly rub me all over. We walked into the back room and she started to pull my shirt.