"This is not how I'm supposed to check out and meet my maker," he screamed. Silence, and another firm slap. He felt the cold flat side of the knife ...rub against the inside of his thigh. He then felt his underwear being cut off from the right side of his hips. Starting at the bottom all the way to the waistband. He felt the waistband snap and release. His tiny flaccid penis was already shriveled up with fright and when the cold air his groin area it shrunk even more. He then felt knife cut. I didn’t reply and his kisses went up to my legs.“You have the softest legs I ever had on a girl, Sweta.” I just giggled in reply. “Softest knees,” as he kissed up, “Softest thighs,” he said as he pushed my skirt up as his kisses kept going up my legs. When he reached my upper thigh, I couldn’t bear it anymore.I reached for his neck and pulled him up to my face and caught his lips with mine. He put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his lap as he deepened the kiss. I felt his tongue. Anyway, I went past her bely and was confused, because I had to figure out several layers. There was the outside layer, her jeans, and the inside layer, panties. And in the tight confines of the jeans, I had to get inside that. So I entered the panties. (and, of course) we were still kissing.And I discovered that cute girl's ass. Which was the silkiest thing I'd ever touched. But. It was *very* constrained. Both by the jeans and by my rather big hands trying to move around.So I'm caressing. The accompanying grunts and heavy breathing assure me that this must feel as good to him as it does for me.“Do me,” I moan, “Do it to me…” The mattress is making a small and well-timed, squeak as he heaves his body forward and back between my splayed legs. I like the way his hips slam into my pelvis when he hammers to his deepest penetration; he’s definitely knocking on my cervix’s door. I knew he would be able to reach that deep inside…“Fuck me, Josh, fuck me good!”The temperature in the room.