He slowly ran his hands up to the front of my body, till he reached my firm breasts. A sigh and groan escaped my mouth. He rubbed them for a couple of... minutes. I was shocked I was just allowing this. Then I felt his hands leave my body and start to remove my dress. I stood there lock kneed while my dress was removed. When my dress and bra were off and pooled at my feet, I was standing only in my panties, stockings, and heels. I could see their lust by my appearance.The guy from behind moved. It is crisscrossed with many small sandy trails that eventually lead to no where.Your excursion takes you down the first major path you come to and back into the wooded area. When you are finally out of sight of your and the neighbors houses, he turns to you and smiles that damnable smile again.“Time to put rule number 3 back in place.” he says.Your eyes widen in terror that you know he can see written on your face.“Come on” he states. “Off with your clothes.” Reluctantly you begin to obey. My best memory of Mr. Miller though, involved something alittle different than our usual sessions. I told my parents I was going to a friend's house and rode my bike to the Millers. It was dark by now and I knew he would be home alone tonight. When he got home from work he invited me in. He was wearing a suit and looked very handsome. Once inside he pinned me against the wall and kissed me with an open mouth. His thick tongue probing in and out. I felt my legs weaken and my cock sprang up. I. He rolled his eyes and passed methe five dollar bill. I knew he was going to, but he just has to put up abig argument. He always does this.I paid for the game and we left. Billy was lucky to not only have hislicense, but also a car to drive around in. My parents would barely buyme new clothes, much less a car. I have to wear my brother's old rattyclothes, and he's much bigger than me. So, if I know my family, I'll bedriving his beat up car instead of something the least bit clean.Billy and I.