She stared at me continuously, looking over my shirt, which hid my pale white skin, her tail swaying in curiosity. She scooted closer to me, I purpose...ly ignored her, but secretly kept aware of her gazes. I relaxed a little, hunching down in the couch and putting my hands over my stomach, she followed my hands, and looked over my pants. They easily covered my own member, which was slowly, but surely, growing in size from all this attention. She looked down my legs, but couldn’t see much, I wore. I didn't blame them, I thought of retreating to the bathroom and rubbing one out myself.She finished her drink and got up. When she did she intentionally dropped her pen, she then slowly bent down to pick it up, wiggling her ass for every man to see. "Let's go dear", she said. We left.As we were walking down the street, cars full of guys were honking at her and every time they did, I simply reached down and grabbed her tight, leather covered ass. I knew what was in store for me (and so many. It could be that most of the town folks had headed to even more rural parts of the county or were just keeping inside their homes until the situation had become more stable.Desmond was certain the situation was going to get a lot worse before it got better but he kept his opinion to himself. They stopped at the bar and Jimbo went inside to get some info while they all waited at the ready in case there was trouble. He came back outside with two other black brothers dressed in unmistakable bike. I stepped back to survey the finished outfit."Undo the top two or three buttons," I commanded.I watched as her fingers popped the top two buttons."One more, " I said."No, please, Dear." she begged, "it'll show too much and these are people we see all the time." Do it," I demanded.That was better, the last button done up was below her bust line. She slipped her leather coat on and we walked the few hundred yards to our friend's house.Getting near midnight and lots of drinks later, I was dancing.