"However, as you're thinking of an idea, please allow me to show you a few things I think you just might be interested in." Well, unless you're sellin...g cock, I'm not interested." Oh I'm selling it, baby!"As mid-afternoon approached, Jamie saw it was time for him to head back to his house to prepare for their evening together. He kissed Lynn goodbye and started over to his parent's house when he heard his cell phone ring. He saw the number, which he didn't recognize at first, and almost didn't. My eyes widened, wanting his cock inside me. “Like what you see, slut.” He grabbed his cock and starts to stroke slowly, I pull against my restraints; my eyes never leaving his self pleasure. “Oh, this feels so good slut. It’ll feel even better when I plough it into that tight arse of yours.” He picked up his pace, pre-cum glistening on the tip. His eyes on me, mine on his dick. He’s close, I watch as his balls pull up looking heavy. He moved closer, still hammering away at himself. He. As had been the low cut front, showing just a hint of cleavage and the high hem line, hovering three or four inches above her bronzed knees. Going back to her dressing table, she’d added the final piece of the jigsaw, a simple gold locket that had hung around her shapely neck nestling comfortably on her bosom between the gently rising flesh of her breasts. Stepping back a little in front of the mirror, she’d reviewed her efforts. A quick adjustment of her hair, and she’d grinned at her. I guess we were lucky, in a way. We were part of the last generation ofkids who were sent outside to play on their own, no adults hovering overus.We were expected to handle everything short of drawing blood on our own,and we did.Now, I know you probably means things were scary. We tend to think of kidjustice as something closer to lord of the flies than lord of the manor,but the fact was we were all unconsciously aware of the fact that ifthings got too out of hand, the adults might Get.