Feeling guilty for being a peeping tom I put my face back into my book. However, curiosity was getting the better of me and I peeked at her again. Her... legs were now even further apart revealing her entire landing strip trim job and a hint of her pussy lips.I felt perspiration was breaking out all over me and my heart began to race. I didn’t want to get caught peeking but couldn’t stop. My cock was already erect in my pants. Then I looked up enough to see her brown eyes glaring right at me and. “Awww Why do you always have to say 'as friends' can't we ever just go on a date and see where it goes?” “You know I'm not into guys...”“How would you know when you've never tried!?”“No Bryan, lets just go hangout in town”“Pfft whatever, but you owe me a soda.” “Sure.” After stopping by my house and dropping off our bags we walked to the skatepark in town. Filled with people that he knew Bryan was busy skating and chatting while I was left sitting at the top of the half-pipe listening to music.. I thought that was a bit risky, but I didn’t stop to say anything. Later, I found that Day Dog Afternoon was an engrossing movie from the start and the other patrons had no incentive to ever look away from the screen. I decided to undo my pants and use one hand to stroke myself; my other hand held one of her thighs up.I knew she was coming when she starting gyrating her pelvis against my face. She supplied the movement, all I had to do was press my mouth forward. She admirably controlled her. By by now I was sure we were both hard. I told him I had enjoyed holding another cock in my hands a while ago and had he tried it. John said he had not but had thought he may like to . This settled for me what was about to happen.i reach for his hand and guided it to my very hard member. There was no pulling back he gently wrapped his fingers round the head and felt down the shaft. That felt good to me it had been a while since another male had touched me. I was very excited and was moving my.