The dress that she was wearing was strapless and had an elastic-like top that conformed to her breasts so I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra....She caught my gaze and laughed, “eyes up here!”Embarrassed that I’d been caught looking I looked back up at her smiling face. “Sorry.”She laughed again and sheepishly asked, “Do you want to see them again?” She didn’t wait for me to answer as she gripped the top of the stretchy material of her top and pulled it down. I was speechless as I stared at. She patted the bed next to him and said."Here, sit here." She motioned.I thought she meant next to him, so she could suck me too. When I started to sit next to him she said,"No, put your head here." She patted the bed right next to his lap, opposite her.At this point I was beginning to wonder what was going to happen. I had never been that close to another guys cock before.She sucked some more while she looked at me. I was so turned on at this point I could have shot a load just watching. She. We both got more and more excited and lost the track of time, making out against my car, rubbing eachother's body and holding eachother tight. I had one of my hand inside her legging and sqeezing and massaging her butt, my other hand was on her back, holding her close to my body and carressing her as much as I could. She had undo my belt and jean and had her hand inside my boxer masturbating me and with the other playing with my hair, pulling it, grabing it and running her fingers through it.. My name was Paul Anderson, and I was told that my only living relatives had been my parents. They had been killed in an explosion, while I was in the care of a sitter. That was all that I knew about my family history.Growing up in an orphanage sucks, especially when you have no friends. For some reason, I just didn't care to be around many people. In fact, there was only one person that I wanted to be around, at all. Denise Was a year younger than I was, and seemed to feel the same way. She had.