We walked together to the lake. I could hear the rustling of the leaves underneath our feet. The cold air made me shiver. I only wore a hoodie, jeans ...and sneakers. I dug my hands into my hoodie’s pocket, trying to keep warm. Zach wore tight jeans, black shoes and a black leather jacket over a navy colored hoodie.It wasn’t long before we reached a bench overlooking the wide and flat lake. We sat down, and said nothing for a little longer. Freezing wind flew through us as I watched the beauty of. 'Sissy, how about you get everyone in the mood and start playing with your little clit.' 'It is little isn't it,' Smirked Cassandra. Blushing, but knew I had to obey, I stood in front of them, grabbed my clit, and started stroking it with my finger and thumb. 'C'mon sissy!' Chided my Mistress, 'Do it seductively. Move to the music.' I let go of my clit, closed my eyes and tried to release my inner sissy. I started caressing my neck and slowly moved my hands down my chest circling my nipples.. After a few minutes of this, I had an idea. I lifted one of her legs and moved my body somewhat perpendicular to hers, positioning my dick next to her pussy. Then I reached down and started rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her slit, making sure to give her clit plenty of attention, too. She started moving her body, trying to impale herself on me, but I teased her for a while first. Eventually, though, I did enter her, sliding smoothly into her hot, wet hole. I kept my hand there,. It came in an ugly brown bottle and was a brand I'd never heard of.Wasn't bad, though."Food's almost ready," Patrick Terry told me, leading me into the living room. There was a football game playing on the television screen."It's Virginia Tech," Patrick said. "Recorded from Saturday. They're playing Notre Dame. Would you believe I watched it because I'm an ACC fan? Never have understood all this fuss about the Fighting Irish." You watched it Saturday? You must be a fan, to watch the game again.