As I caught up with him he was sat on a bench alone, I sat next to him and we were talking. He said he doesn’t have any friends, he was 17 years old...and boring, I reassured him he probably wasn’t.When he’d finished his ice-cream he said “Will you walk with me” “Sure” I answered and walked around the park, as we walked he talked. We came to another bench and sat down he said “Thanks” “No problem” I said and leaned over and touched his knee. He looked at me without saying anything for a few. "Fuck off Chelsea! I'm not touching that loser." The redhead turned to her friend and I heard her whisper something about five bottles of Lambrini for ten seconds of work, and they both cracked up again. The short haired girl shrugged, and then said to me: "alright then you fucking loser. Come back to the flat and I'll do it for a tenner."That was the entire mornings wage, and I had to do some quick maths to work out that it would cost me an hour and a half's wages for this wank, but it had. She seemed to want it so bad..." And you just gave her what she wanted..." Ron finished for him. "Do you expect me to believe that Sylvie has turned into some kind of nympho?" he continued, glaring at his brother.Erick hadn't been able to keep his conquest of Sylvie to himself. His own motivation for letting his brother Ron in on it was uncertain. He had felt a real need to have someone else know how he had gotten into Sylvie's tight little blonde cunt, and the only person in the world he could. "Do You trust me?" he asked, stopping all movement while his eyes were watching the emotions flying through hers. He watched as her emotions appearing in her eyes moved from unsure, fear to anticipation. She let her hand drop to her side as he undid her clip and watched her deep red silky curls tumble down her back, some over her shoulders to settle just on the rise of her breasts. Without a word, his hand moved to the side of her dress. He undid the bow and watched as the front of the dress.