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“It is a bit warm,” one of them said. “You go girl,” the other said. With the thong around my ankles I smiled at them as I lifted my feet out. Picking the thong up I waved it over my head and walked back to the path feeling a lot better and happier. I soon came across a rubbish bin and dumped the thong wondering if anyone would see it and take it home. I imagined a teenage boy sniffing it and taking it to wank at the thought of a girl having worn it. I came across more people, some of them looking and realising, but most just walking by without even looking. Then a group of older teenage boys on bikes came towards public me. As they passed most of them only gave me a quick glance but 1 of them definitely saw my tits. Just behind me I heard the squeal of bike brakes then the young man shouting, “Hey guys, get back here.” Before long the boys were riding up and down, going fast towards me then slowly passed me from behind then starting again. I was just starting to get annoyed with them when I came across a park bench. I sat on it and got some papers out of my bag to pretend to read them. I also got my sunglasses out so that I could watch them watching me. Half of me wanting them to just disappear and the other half of me wanting then to come closer and get a good look at my tiny tits. The boys circled me for a while then one of then got off his bike about 3 metres in front of me and sat on the grass staring at me. When the others joined him I got the idea to uncross my legs and open my knees a bit. My heart was pounding as I started to berate myself for being so slutty but I couldn’t stop myself. I slid my butt to the front of the bench and slowly opened my knees until I was sure that the boys could see my pussy. I soo wanted to touch my pussy but I knew that I didn’t have the courage. Then I realised that the boys were commenting on what they could see. It became blatantly obvious that they could see my dripping pussy. After what seemed like a lifetime of wanting to masturbate for them I chickened out and stood up. Checking that my skirt was covering what it is supposed to, I turned and walked away with 2 thoughts on my mind. One, what the hell was I doing, and two, why didn’t I masturbate for them. I didn’t think for long as the boys were riding passed me again, calling me a few choice names as they went. They were soon out of sight but some more people were walking towards me. I held my head up high and walked right passed them and out of the park. I turned towards the apartment the realised that when I left home I was heading to the shops. Turning around I headed to the shops. I was disappointed at the number of people that I passed who didn’t even look at me, and the number who did look at me but either didn’t see my tits or just ignored what they could see. I even wondered if my small tits and short height made them think that I was a young girl not even worth looking at. Putting all that to the back of my mind I decided to get on with my shopping and just pretend that I was wearing a thick top. I went into a few shops and browsed around. I went into a teens fashion shop and came across a nice skirt that gave me an idea. It’s definitely a summer skirt, short, very light, patterned cotton and very A-line. My thought was that it would be excellent to wear on a windy day and hopefully flash my bare butt and pussy to some people thus achieving another item from my list. I took it to the changing room and quickly took my clothes off. I put the skirt on and it felt like I just had a thin belt just above my hips. I did a twirl in front of the mirror and the material rose up and out so that even from where my head was, I could just see my slit in the mirror. People in front of me would get a great view. Changing back into my my own clothes I went and browsed until I found a top that was also very light, baggy, low cut and short with just spaghetti straps stopping it from falling down. Satisfied that it had potential, I took it to the changing room, stripped and put on the new skirt and the new top on. Think about the tongues. Joe said he needed to get back to yard work, when I got off the phone. I’m sorry, but at that instant I lost the bet. He public want to look away but after a second he keep looking at my body again. Ahhhh” Elastigirl moans as she bend her ass more. “You’ll have to put some more there.” I replied as he picked me up by by my pubic bone with his fingers pressing on my clit, 1 of then on my vaginal entrance, and threw me backwards to Luke. They had been together for five years and married for three. Just such a wicked woman.” I trembled.
But, at the same time, I was kind of disappointed in a way, because I had really wanted to energetically thrust my penis in and out of Chris’s rectum (just like he had done to me earlier), before I orgasmed and shot my wad. And unfortunately, that didn’t end up happening that afternoon. I got out from behind Chris, and he rolled over to lie on his back. I could see his stubby, fully-erect, mushroom-shaped penis sticking straight up into the air. "So I guess you still need to cum?" I asked, pointing at his perpetually-leaky dick-head, which was visibly expanding (ballooning up) every so often to release a slightly-thicker little glob of whitish-tinged, semi-transparent pre-cum from his piss-hole slit. "Nah. Is it public that obvious?" Chris asked, in a very sarcastic tone-of-voice. "And I guess you probably wanna fuck me in the ass again, don't you?" "Sure. If you'll let me." "What do you mean? Of course I'll let you. What are friends for?" I quipped back sarcastically, and then we both laughed pretty hard. When Chris started to get up, I temporarily stopped him by saying, "Wait a minute, buster. It's my turn to provide the lubrication." And then I leaned over his lap, and I repeatedly spit on Chris's dick-head, while I was also using my fingertips to quickly spread a liberal coating of my saliva all over the head of his penis.
I both did and did not hope that they could tell. “And you'll open us so we can enjoy the men, to,” Meadow moaned. A middle-aged waitress appeared with a smile public to refill drinks and take plates. “It was so scary,” Nathalie said. I figured you would assume that much. Lastly, I looked at my feet.
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