“You look like you’re trying to cool off.” John said honestly. “Ooh sorry … it just gets so hot.” the boy stood up... and pulled his suit closed. “No problem….you got a great body.” John said. He smiled and said thanks and proceeded to pump the gas … even though John was at a self-service island. John got out of the car and stretched. his white shirt was opened from the heat and he let the night air, such that it was, brush across him.. Just as she had planned.)"Stand up. I wanna see something."I could not believe she had just said what she did. My prick was hard as asteel girder in my pants. But I followed orders. I stood up. Talk aboutbeing embarrassed! Not only did I have an obvious hard-on. I had a bigwet spot at the tip of it, in my pants. Time stopped. I just stood there,obediently, with my wet, hard pole in my pants. I didn't want to getstrapped.But instead of getting mad, she smiled broadly."I thought so."She moved to. Laga to vo boli konsa vichar me ne kaha vahi kisi dusre mard ke sath to vo boli magar suhail kiya ye mumkin ho payega. Mene kaha tumm agar chao to. To vo boli kiske sath to mene kaha ek larka hai vo boli kon to mene kaha hai mera ek student sala young hai 20 21 saal ka hai handsome hai or mughe yaqeen hai shandar lund hoga uska to vo boli kon me ne kaha fayaaz. Mene kaha tum kal shaam ko 4 baje institute aa jana me tumhe dikhaoga vo sham ko char baje institute aaye us time fayaaz computer per. I’m fine. Thank you so much for helping me, but this isn’t necessary.” I ignored you, sitting you up and lifting your blouse over your head. You shivered, goosebumps erupting over the tops of your milky white breasts. “P-please,” you repeated, looking up at me with those big, brown eyes. “Please don’t.”“I’m just getting you cleaned up,” I reassured you in a low murmur, skimming the tops of your breasts with my knuckles. “You pissed your pants, remember? I’m just cleaning it up and getting you.