She read the book again when she was fifteen; read it carefully, more comprehending, now. Several times in the summer of her fifteenth year, she rode ...her bicycle over to Walden Pond, not to go swimming, though that was what she told her mother, but to walk where Thoreau had walked, sit where he sat, and try to feel what he must have felt, but the best she could manage was a sickness at thinking what Thoreau would have thought if he were to rouse from his grave of over a century. Old Henry. Louise's boobs were giggling and wobbling like crazy and her aureoles were showing more and more. She gave another hard tug and Louise's ample breasts completely fell out with her nipples as stiff as they could get, although they were very red. By this stage Louise had her arms out behind her braced against the wall for some stability. The zip came down and the corset was removed completely. Louise stood up and cupped her breasts and looked at the redness, “That was a bit rough on my boobs”. Jason’s cock fell in front of me and I smiled, as I began to stroke him, he was only about half erect but he began to respond quickly. Taking him in my mouth I began to lick him like he likes circling the head of him while gently stroking his shaft with one hand and tickling his scrotum with the other.Jason said “Both of you take your blouses off, we want to see those tits of yours and when one of us says something it applies to both of you.”There are rules for everything and a blowjob was no. I had also gotten a full body wax, and I had gotten my nails done as well. I had beautiful French tips on both my feet and my hands, which Darius had requested special.We spent the next thirty or so minutes talking about all sorts of stuff, mostly dirty talk of him penetrating my white ass and losing my BBC virginity to his cock, and me becoming his little black cock owned white slave. All the while, his strong hand remaining on my crotch, occasionally rubbing my hardened clit, which was.