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hands down on my ass inside my panties, caressing my large round buttocks. I pulled away from him and held the bottle back and told him that if he takes another shot, he can get to the next base, and hid it behind me, and then he made a lunge for me, leaving his pants around his ankles. Suddenly, somehow, he was above me and had me spread open on the floor. I could feel his thighs hot against mine, forcing me open, and he looked down at my big body and I felt a moment of shame, but then I saw the fire in his eyes as he caressed me with his burning hot gaze, and I pulled my t-shirt up for him and then pulled him to me! God, he felt so good! I could feel his cock caressing my pussy through my now soaked-through panties. I felt myself opening up for him down there, swelling with desire. He reached down and pulled himself out and suddenly I felt his fingers nudging my panties aside and then his member was there, soft and hot against my outer folds. No! Oh, Shane, wait, you sweet boy, I can’t do this ... I was just scared, I really should have had him. Why did I deny him then?
    I reached down and grabbed the base of his member and pulled him away from me, and, then, kneeling with him, I gave him a deep French kiss while at the same time I gently squeezed it. It was smooth and perfectly shaped, with a little curve upwards near the end, a little like a happy dog’s tail. I could feel him throbbing uncontrollably and then all of a sudden he reaches down to stop me, but just then something hot and clear runs out of him and down over my hand . “Oh, god!” He cried. Is there something wrong? Is this how he cums? I thought to myself (later Kim told me about pre-cum). Shocked, I pulled my hand away, but he quickly pulled me close again and kissed me deeply, passionately, and then he was shaking, so I pushed him away. I think I was a little afraid, but really turned on.
    “Shane?” I asked him in a hoarse whisper, “I want you to do something for me.”
    He answered OK and I told him to turn away from me and take off his clothes. Then I quickly went and got my sketchbook and a towel and told him to lie down on the floor, on the towel.. He knows I like to sketch people, but I’d never done anything like this. I said he can’t look me in the eye when I’m sketching. He has such a fine, cute ass, that little cutie! It was hard to sketch him, I was shaking! He was so hard, I’m surprised he didn’t just stroke it himself. I definitely was touching myself! My god, I was so wet! Why? He used to be a skinny little wimpy kid, what was happening to me? Maybe he just needed a good fuck and that turned me on, seeing him so aroused by me that he lost control, knowing that I have that power over a man. Yeah, it turns me on having that power.

    As I was sketching him, it seemed like I needed to adjust how his hair sat, so I had to run my fingers through it, and he had to lie there. His breathing now came deep and smoothly. I needed the light just so on his back, so I had to reach down and caress those sensuous round hips, and then I needed to see those cute firm little ass cheeks, so I had to cup each one in my hand.. and then squeeze it a little. Of course that meant that I found myself caressing his cheeks more than sketching, he turned over and gazed at me deeply in the eye, and then pulled me close and kissed me so tenderly that my knees felt weak. Why? What was this? I didn’t love him. Did I. But I couldn’t deny what I was feeling.
    He set my sketchpad down and then I felt his hand reach down slowly for me and then his palm was on my sex. I was embarrassed about how hot and wet I was, but then of course some of THAT was him! Even that seemed to arouse me and I could feel his index finger sliding between my labia through my panties. I gasped and grabbed his wrist.
    His thumb then slipped down inside the front of my panties. He kept stroking me, with my hand still holding my wrist. Slowly he pressed my hand down more and more firmly