Initial D Arcade Game
I looked at Linds toes and saw beads of my precum ooze out of my slit and onto her beautiful toes.
I didn't say much after that, for I had an errand to run, and left, saying I would be back before the next appointment.
Ms. Decolletage was present, front row center, proudly displaying about 75% of her C- or D-cup tits. (Some professors actually resent sexy girls in sexy outfits in their classes, as if they're personally being prick-teased. I have news for them. Sure, they're being prick-teased. But all the boys are being prick-teased, equally. I've always been sure that they keep a count of how many heads (both kinds) turn, and that there's somebody, with an office in some sorority, keeping score. But it's not a problem. It's a perk.) She (Ms. Decolletage) is actually helpful, in my situation, because if anyone notices the bulge in my jeans, they'll assume that she's the cause, and won't think about me and Master Jason.
"Henri," Nichole scolded.
"It would be a shame to let that bed go to waste." Her reflection chuckled.
==From the Romance Files, How To Ruin A Date==Appendix 3
22nd May 1991
Dave: My embarrassment seemed to sober Jen. Even as I reached down to pull up my pants, she straightened her bra straps and put her T-shirt back on, murmuring, "Maybe you're right hon, I guess its time to go." But, if Jen was also embarrassed, she certainly wasn't overly so, for, as we left, she answered "Yes", when Lisa asked "See you tomorrow?
"Yeah buddy and don't I know it," Kevin replied, "and here is the best part. She comes over in the afternoon for a preliminary fuck just for me, goes home to fix supper for her husband, then comes back over for the rest of the evening after he leaves. She really does love the guy, I will admit. She just likes more cock than she was getting.
"I brought your car Mrs. Andrews," I replied. I had been her paperboy a few years prior so that's where she knew me from.
"Ave," responded the audience.
"Uhhm, Mom...are you spreading your legs open more for me?" He said smiling, stating the obvious.
Cindy wiped back a few tears that had formed around her eyes and replied. "I couldn't help thinking about my husband again."
Kate walked slowly towards Sara, waving the feather from side to side in front of her. Sara watched it, almost mesmerised, shaking her head, muttering quietly, "No, please."
She looked at my crotch like there was something serious she wanted to say, then looked at me--right in my eyes--and made the sexiest hand signal I'd ever seen in my life. She looked down at my cock, looked back up at me, and with a quizzical look on her face--with her cute brow scrunched up in confusion--she held her hand up like a fist and started making jacking motions. Not exaggeratedly, not at all, but very subtely. Like she was afraid of hurting the imaginary penis in her clenched hand.
She averted his eyes and settled down, fidgeting with her purse to keep her from looking at him. As he engaged gears, he reached up to adjust the rear view mirror and focussed it on her breasts. Rima noticed this movement and looked up, as she did so, she came face to face with the helper who was now openly leering at her. As she gulped, she noticed the lecherous smile on his face as he turned his face away and looked at the driver. The driver met his gaze and also returned the same smile. It was almost as if an unspoken agreement had been signed. Rima realised all this and almost panicked into jumping out of the speeding cab, but she tried to blame it all on her imagination and tried to stay calm. Home was a long way off.
"Don't apologize, please" said the waitress, " I was only going to say that.....", again her voice trailed away.
"What is that?!" my mind screamed. No sooner had i asked that question in my mind than a matching sensation seared my left breast.
I looked up at him and grinned in acknowledgement. His eyes glittered. He was pleased with the effect on me. I wanted to say something encouraging but nothing seemed right. So I took uup his hand and kissed his index finger.
After fifteen minutes of driving, Taneesha's breathing had calmed. "So, Miz Dyke," she challenges me, searching through her enormous bag, "I think all I got in her is maybe a six incher. It that going to do you?"
I didn't say much after that, for I had an errand to run, and left, saying I would be back before the next appointment.
Ms. Decolletage was present, front row center, proudly displaying about 75% of her C- or D-cup tits. (Some professors actually resent sexy girls in sexy outfits in their classes, as if they're personally being prick-teased. I have news for them. Sure, they're being prick-teased. But all the boys are being prick-teased, equally. I've always been sure that they keep a count of how many heads (both kinds) turn, and that there's somebody, with an office in some sorority, keeping score. But it's not a problem. It's a perk.) She (Ms. Decolletage) is actually helpful, in my situation, because if anyone notices the bulge in my jeans, they'll assume that she's the cause, and won't think about me and Master Jason.
"Henri," Nichole scolded.
"It would be a shame to let that bed go to waste." Her reflection chuckled.
==From the Romance Files, How To Ruin A Date==Appendix 3
22nd May 1991
Dave: My embarrassment seemed to sober Jen. Even as I reached down to pull up my pants, she straightened her bra straps and put her T-shirt back on, murmuring, "Maybe you're right hon, I guess its time to go." But, if Jen was also embarrassed, she certainly wasn't overly so, for, as we left, she answered "Yes", when Lisa asked "See you tomorrow?
"Yeah buddy and don't I know it," Kevin replied, "and here is the best part. She comes over in the afternoon for a preliminary fuck just for me, goes home to fix supper for her husband, then comes back over for the rest of the evening after he leaves. She really does love the guy, I will admit. She just likes more cock than she was getting.
"I brought your car Mrs. Andrews," I replied. I had been her paperboy a few years prior so that's where she knew me from.
"Ave," responded the audience.
"Uhhm, Mom...are you spreading your legs open more for me?" He said smiling, stating the obvious.
Cindy wiped back a few tears that had formed around her eyes and replied. "I couldn't help thinking about my husband again."
Kate walked slowly towards Sara, waving the feather from side to side in front of her. Sara watched it, almost mesmerised, shaking her head, muttering quietly, "No, please."
She looked at my crotch like there was something serious she wanted to say, then looked at me--right in my eyes--and made the sexiest hand signal I'd ever seen in my life. She looked down at my cock, looked back up at me, and with a quizzical look on her face--with her cute brow scrunched up in confusion--she held her hand up like a fist and started making jacking motions. Not exaggeratedly, not at all, but very subtely. Like she was afraid of hurting the imaginary penis in her clenched hand.
She averted his eyes and settled down, fidgeting with her purse to keep her from looking at him. As he engaged gears, he reached up to adjust the rear view mirror and focussed it on her breasts. Rima noticed this movement and looked up, as she did so, she came face to face with the helper who was now openly leering at her. As she gulped, she noticed the lecherous smile on his face as he turned his face away and looked at the driver. The driver met his gaze and also returned the same smile. It was almost as if an unspoken agreement had been signed. Rima realised all this and almost panicked into jumping out of the speeding cab, but she tried to blame it all on her imagination and tried to stay calm. Home was a long way off.
"Don't apologize, please" said the waitress, " I was only going to say that.....", again her voice trailed away.
"What is that?!" my mind screamed. No sooner had i asked that question in my mind than a matching sensation seared my left breast.
I looked up at him and grinned in acknowledgement. His eyes glittered. He was pleased with the effect on me. I wanted to say something encouraging but nothing seemed right. So I took uup his hand and kissed his index finger.
After fifteen minutes of driving, Taneesha's breathing had calmed. "So, Miz Dyke," she challenges me, searching through her enormous bag, "I think all I got in her is maybe a six incher. It that going to do you?"
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