I started diddling my pussy, just for him. My legs were wide apart and I was squeezing my clit head so the clit would pop out. It did. I think it wink...ed at him, too. I was so fucking sensitive that I came at once. Then I started spreading my sweet honey cum all over my swollen pussy lips, and I spread the labia to show the bright red inner pussy for him. I looked over and was startled to see he had wrapped a hand around his cock, protruding from his shorts, and was jerking off as I diddled my. She said,lets go behind the bar and I'll show you all,and i said we better tell the bartender were coming back to our table if we're all leaving. so the 4 of us left out the back door of the bar and went outside,She said to us,lets wait for a car to park back here so they can see as well,I said I don't want to get kicked out of here for being drunk and kind of crazy so she said OK lets go down the hill and I'll show you,so all of us followed her down the hill. She was wearing blue jeans as this. I was dating a senior in high school at the time, and he, like most teenage boys, loved fast cars. He took me to the national drag races, right here in good old Indianapolis. We started out, just walking around, but every so often I would hear a lot of guys yelling, and shouting. Shortly after that, I would hear them cheering, and whistling even louder. I had absolutely no idea what they were whistling, and cheering about. Less than an hour later I found out. I saw guys yelling at two grown. A friend of my brother's said you might help me out a little now and then. I'd appreciate that." That was a new twist on my name that I hadn't heard. Lionel was from Rockwell Elementary so somehow word that I was smart had gotten around. Brian Frost had just become Brain Trust. I wondered who told him. Well, it could be worse. And having a friend who was six-foot three and intimidating as hell wouldn't hurt either."Lionel, you're going to be hell on the basketball court and it would be an honor.