My hands move to her legs and slide over the bare skin of her thigh, up over her shorts. Still sliding higher, but under the cotton t-shirt. She doe...s not stop me, but instead arches her back against my exploring fingers.I tickle over her bare skin sliding my hands up and under her sports bra, grasping both breasts. She gasps again and no I feel her hands reaching around me, sliding into my hair as I push her bra and her t-shirt over her breasts. Now exposed to the air, her nipples spring to. That was certainly the best of both worlds and I helped adjust my panties and smooth down my skirt before the first pedestrian passed on the street outside. I promised patrolman Patrick that I would sit on the bench outside the play area with him for lunch the following day. It would be seem appropriate because I was a well-behaved young lady more mature than her advertised years and the patrolman was a familiar figure around the school grounds and his uniformed presence gave all the grown-ups. What pleased me most was that his fingernails were short-clipped. In my mind’s eye, I began to imagine how sexy his hands would look, toying with his dick. The worst part of our interaction for me was that I knew I had to display patience.The old English proverb, ‘softly, softly, catchee monkey,’ reverberated in my mind.As Marne mentioned that he had better get back to work, I decided to play an important trump card.“Oh, by the way, the other thing I also do at noon is to have a joint. May I. I screamed and tried to pull away, but his teeth came down harder and when i tried to pull back i bumped into someone else. The man behind me pulled my ass back to grind against his pelvis. I could feel his massive cock through his pants. He was pulling me back as andrew was biting harder. I felt like my nipple was going to be ripped right off my tit.Finally, Andrew let go. the guy behind me whirled me around and threw me on the floor. TIME FOR BODY SHOTS! he shouted. I tried to get up, but he.