The seat wiggled slightly and I heard her gasp as the seat angle had its intended result."How does it feel?" I asked, devilishly. "It tickles me betwe...en my legs," she quipped and moved to get up feeling a little self-conscious in front of me."No, don't get up yet," I told her, "Try to see if the seat wiggles from side to side." I was looking over her shoulder as I grew close to her by grabbing a hold of the handlebars. Tami's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath and recollect herself.. How I wished I could splatter those perfect lips with a pint of semen, shoot all over her dark mascara and perfectly teased blonde hair until she had to go home and start again. But that damn smirk was the last straw, my poor abused cock twitched and shot what little was left in my balls out over the seat of the limo and my tux pants.She didn’t quite laugh out loud but the smirk seemed to widen into a sneering smile. I blushed and looked down to put my cock away. That part was actually always. It needed some attention and so I moved more into the subject. I kept a hand on his shoulders and told himMe: There is nothing wrong in this. You do not have to listen to what others saying, just enjoy your life in whatever way you wish to. It is wrong only if you have friends who turn you in when there is trouble like those 2 guysBalu: What do you say then?Me: What you need is a person like me, who can keep it confidential and can teach you moreAt this point, Balu understood what I am and. It was my paperboy Seamus, a nice young k** who had always been kind to me, while stealing glances at my barely-concealed body."Hey,Seamus," I greeted him with a smile. His eyes scanned up and down my body, which naturally triggered the female instinct to look pleasant before a male: I bent my left leg, posing for him with my foot arched, toes pointing as they touched the mat just inside my door."Uh, Ms Cummings," he sheepishly said, "you haven't actually paid me in three weeks."I blushed with.