I kept looking at the Bresh's house hoping that either Kat, with her promised blow job, or her mother would show up. I leaned against the pool house a...nd slipped my shorts down. My cock hang long and flaccid between my legs. Taking it in hand I stroked it to life. As blood engorged it, it grew, its fat, mushroom head acting like a stopper as my hand slid up and down the curved shaft. The patio door of my house opened and I scurried into the pool house, my cock still in my hand.I bent down and. The other was a teenage boy with thick glasses. Bryan nodded."Any of you ever raise an animal for food?" A few hands went up in the back: likely members of the local FFA chapter from the look of them."Any of you ever actually butcher said animal when done raising it?"All hands fell."Uh, is anyone squeamish enough that the thought of butchering is just too much?"Two hands went up; surprisingly enough from the same group of boys that had claimed to raise livestock."Alright then," Bryan said.. Olivia’s skin was so soft, and even though I must have touched her a thousand times before, everything felt different now. She shifted and trapped one of my legs between her own, drawing me even closer. At the same time, my hand moved up her back, touching every part of her skin. Eventually, I reached the strap of her bra and lightly traced alongside it with a finger until I reached the clasp. Sensing no hesitancy or resistance from Olivia whatsoever, I tried to open it with one hand.. I open my mouth and Terry pours the whole drink down my throat. I keep my face inexpressive and look at him. He glances between my legs again. The spliff has burned right down, so I drop it in the ashtray that has the water in.Terry lifts my skirt.I’m in a black bodycon mini with long sleeves, so it stays up when it’s lifted. Under that, I’ve got black tights on, and beneath those are my hips, which this evening are enhanced with fabric pads to sweeten the curves. Terry seems confused by this.