I click the icon on my shirt and try to slide it into my inventory. Suddenly, I’m shirtless. I’ll have to be careful about using this in future, a...s if I accidentally unequip clothing in a public place, it could get very awkward. I click on the little icon for my shirt.Running shirt: this cheap shirt is used as part of The Gamer’s running gear. It smells heavily of sweat.Skill gained: Observe lvl 1Observe: look carefully at someone or something to learn more details about itThe comment about my. I didn't know what their life was like until Mr. A hooked me up with one of them for the weekend.Her name was Keesha and she belonged to a pimp named Diamond Doug. It was a stupid name and he knew it, laughed about it. A stupid-assed white man's name, he'd say, then laugh again. Mr. A delivered me himself, six o'clock Friday night. I shuddered as we drove into the neighborhood. Most of the businesses were abandoned. The ones that were open had thugs standing around outside, laughing with each. ..you must be John's friend," a voice whispers in my ears. Knowing it wasn't my lover John, I turned around and went to push him away, but before I could, John's off-again, on-again jerk of a boyfriend quickly embraced me and slammed his face against mine, pushing his tongue down my throat and locking my lips with his. I felt one hand feel up my backside, then under my short mini-dress and into my butthole, I feel the other one reach up the front of my dress and grope my then hard shaved-smooth. She had become moist between the legs, her nipples stiff, as she thought about licking the wet spots. Tentatively the tip of her tongue touched the wet spot. The sweat and pussy juice stained panties smelled like honey drawing her to her kinkiest thoughts. She had sat on the bench legs spread one hand holding the knickers to her face the other hand down her denim cut-offs rubbing her pussy until she had cum squirting in her own knickers. "The washing is hanging on the clothes line." "Mom I.