The first time we met, he confidently reached out and rubbed my swelling cock through my pants. I had not had all that much experience and his forward...ess surprised me a little, and I found it such a turn on. I wanted his cock, bad. I couldn't help myself and almost instictively moved down towards his crotch. Miguel put his hand on the back of my head, probably knowing exactly what we both wanted. His cock was big and long and thick and I wanted to pleasure it. Teasing his beautiful dick at. I couldn't believe it! How did he find me on Facebook? I asked him that.He was online because he answered me straight away.- I checked your wallet for ID and looked you up, wasn't hard to find a hottie like you.- The police is looking for my bag and for you so you better give it back.- The police? Haha funny girl, was it my fault you dropped your bag?- You were going to rob me I dropped it to run away.- Rob you? A black guy talks to you and you think he is going to rob you? That's racist white. . I freaked him out. But that's okay, because I didn't really want to go out with him anyway ... I just wanted to go out with a guy again, you know? Maybe make myself feel better for acting the slut with Kevin. Didn't work out that way ... I ended up telling him he was "a great listener" and he got the hint. We haven't spoken since.I told my friend Laura about the thing with Kevin, and she thought it was both funny and sad (her exact words!). She thinks I need to tell my therapist about all. When his hand went to the glitter girl's breasts, my hand went to my own breast. I played with myself as he played with the girl. The girl threw her head back. He pulled the top of the corset down, exposing her large breasts. The pink nipples puckered for his touch. I pulled my tank top down and pushed my bra underneath my breasts. My own pink nipples waited to be touched. He looked at himself in the mirror as both of his hands went to the girls breasts. He caressed them, squeezing and feeling.