The details rushed together as if it were yesterday. Jack Sullivan was his name. Smart son of a bitch. Everyone called him Sully though. He had a big...fucking ego Sully did, a really big ego. I recall as a kid of maybe nine or ten, he thought he could fly, and to prove it, he leaped across several rooftops in succession. Of course, the rest of us egged him on. He kept jumping until he missed. Luckily he only fell ten feet before landing awkwardly on a fire escape. Broke his leg … I still. I slammed into her pussy one more time when she let out a scream of pleasure into Katie’s pussy, Rhiannon’s pussy clamping tight around my dick as I continued to slide in and out of her, now very wet pussy, pussy juice running out around my dick and covering my balls. I looked up and seen Katie close her eyes as she started to let out a long moan of pleasure and begin coming as well, grinding her pussy harder into Rhiannon’s face, covering her face with pussy juice, still more of my cum from. That was fantastic. It was a turn on too. She didn’t realize it but she would. They kissed a little longer. She enjoyed it. He liked it too and once that ended he went and put on some soft playing music. “Ohhhhhhh I love this” she said, affectionately. “Me too” he told her and he offered her something to drink. She accepted water. He went with that too. Hormones were up he figured and that was all that was needed on either side. “Let’s sit down and hang out, okay?” She was more then happy to. Wear black garters and stockings, no panties, and the sheerest red dress you can buy.The doorbell will ring at exactly 7:00 PM.During the day you must wear a short skirt with no panties, a white shirt and no bra.You must stop every hour of the day (on the hour), no matter where you are, and rub your clit. DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow yourself to cum. I will know!I immediately stopped rubbing my clit. I guess this counted as my first hour? I was about to burst with excitement. He was.