Your warmth mingling with his makes your nipples hard. He starts to explore your body. He caresses: the flair of your hips, your thighs, your bottom a...nd your breasts. You ran your hands through his hair. Thoughts ran through your mind: Where to now? What to do? How to do it? He places his hand on your stomach and in small circles he slowly lowers it to your hairline. You are transfixed; your breathing is labored as you feel his hand on you for the first time. He touches your vagina so. One of them stood between her feet, stripping down his trousers and underwear. His stiff cock hung heavy in the air. He was looking at her, pure lust in his eyes. His friends were laughing as they joined his lead. Sian found herself staring at four erect cocks, full testicles hanging, loaded and ready for discharge."Suck my cock bitch — any teeth and you'll lose every tooth in your head!"Sian sat up and moved to her knees, aware that they were all watching her. They started sniggering as she. It had started to rain and we didn’t want to walk, so we called Cynthia’s dad and he rescued us and picked us up in front of the theatre. In recent months I’d often caught him checking me out the sneaky way men, especially fathers do, which always creeped me out. Anyway, I wound up in the front seat sitting next to him. Cynthia and my other two girl friends were in the back. Why Cynthia wasn’t up front has always puzzled me, and I wondered if she and her father planed it that way.’ ‘Why would. She expected the Earl to show up any minute, and truthfully had hoped he would. He didn’t disappoint her, for he appeared in the opposite direction, walking casually toward her, making a show of observing the flora. ‘I dare say I’m dull company compared to your opera singers and actresses, my lord.’ He fell into step beside her, his shoulder bumping hers as they walked. ‘How do you know I court opera singers and actresses?’ ‘Don’t all men? They are such…cultured people, after all.’ Was her dry.