" Doesn't look like it? Don't you like looking at sexy bitches flashingtheir tits at you?" he taunted, "Or is it me that's causing this?" Hishand sudd...enly grasped my distended shorts, and took a firm possessivegrip on my swollen cock.I wanted to run, but I was frozen like a rabbit in a headlamp. Assailedby repulsion, and overwhelmed astonished excitement, I felt incapable ofdoing any thing except stand there and let him paw me. With hismanipulations and the provocative gyrations of his. When I brought this up to Cheryl she said she would ask Bob, one of the men she was currently seeing, into letting me tag along on one of their dates. Bob was a guy she had met at her health club and they had been carrying on an affair for over three months. Cheryl had told me about several of their previous dates and it seemed that Bob really encouraged Cheryl's exhibitionism, even going so far as to have her do a sexy strip tease in front of two of his envious friends.As a condition for. I was so excited, they were still in HONEYMOON mode.The whole scene, the messed bed sheet, broken bangles, their undergarments on bed and floor made me think as if they were having a wrestling session on bed last night, I imagined their naked bodies, lying on the bed rolling, kissing, licking, writhing, moving over each other in a furious manner. Time and again the sight of their naked torsos sticking to each other skin to skin, hers fair and smooth, Khalid’s dark and hairy, her Mangalsutra. God, was it Jake? God, let it be Jake.“God, Riley why are you doing this to yourself?”It wasn’t Jake, she started sobbing even harder, it was just her brother. She wanted Jake, she wanted him holding her, wanted him to take away her pain.“Just leave me alone,” she sobbed as he sat down with her on his lap.“No, we’re leaving in twenty minutes. You think Jake would be happy seeing you like this? Huh?” “No,” she managed to say, her breathing was coming back to somewhat normal. Jake wouldn’t be.