I help him out by moving my thong aside. Tyler has other ideas. He takes the thong in his hand and rips it free, tearing it off me and throwing it awa.... I am now completely exposed to anyone who cares to look. I pull my skirt up higher over my stomach to make sure my shaved, throbbing cock isn't obstructed. The feeling is incredible; the breeze washing over it causes it to tingle. Tyler places the pad of his finger against my ass. He looks down at me; I look up at him. He kisses me. Not as. Of course it rarely won me any arguments, but it always made me feel better. Whenever split second decisions had to be made, this little trick gave me that extra bit of time to make the right one. The full benefit of this timeless space came to light one day while I was sitting in the fast food area of the local mall waiting for the old lady to finish her aerobic shopping. Girl watching is one of my favorite pastimes. As I was admiring the parade of pulchritude, commenting to myself on the nice. I threw one interception, but they didn't make it to the goal line. As usual, about half the team, and about 10-12 of the tigers ended up down at the diner afterwards. Parker had walked up to our table and asked if he could sit down, to which I said sure. “Seriously Dillon---how in the fuck have you guys pulled this off”? “It's simple Parker—we just wanted it that bad. All you guys have done for the past three years is defend. Our mission was to take that title from you. A lot harder. But don't. I could already taste his juices, as he fell into a soft rhythm and gently fucked me in my mouth. At the same time, several fingers glided up and down between my spread open legs, and I could hear grandma's other hand feverishly fingering her own sex at the same time. I was overcome with a strangely erotic lust, and I was getting more aroused by the minute, but I mostly concentrated on not gagging from grandpa's enthusiastic face fuck. I surely didn't want to give myself away at this.