登入I sat back down on the stool and as Olivia began to draw, I couldn't help but watch her. She was so focused, her eyes narrowed and her tongue sticking out slightly between her lips. It was incredibly cute. I sat there, fully erect, staring at her tits for 20 minutes as she stared at my dick. She kept getting frustrated, throwing away what she had done and started over several times. "This is really difficult. It's not easy to get it looking realistic. It's taking longer than I expected. Sorry." "Don't sweat it, take as long as you need." I was a little surprised that I was hard for this long, but I was really loving watching her tits and I stroked myself a few times when she wasn't looking. A little more time
Olivia took a deep breath, she pulled her shirt over her head exposing her glorious round breasts with a thin bra. I couldn't quite see through it, but the cleavage alone was enough to start getting me excited.I took off my boxers and I tried to cover myself a little. I felt a little embarrassed, but I was also getting excited with her standing there in her bra.Olivia glanced down shyly at my semi hard dick, but only for a second. It was really starting to turn me on."Ok your turn." I said again as I sat down."My turn what?""Your bra!""My bra too?! I didn't agree to that! You said my top!""What? I'm sitting here completely exposed, and you thought it would be fair if you kept your bra on? Do I get to put my boxers back on?"
A few days after our last hangout, I went back to Olivia's house. We were sitting in her room when she suddenly looked up at me and said, "Jake, I have a question but it's kind of embarrassing.""What is it?" I asked, puzzled."Well, we're studying old Roman statues in my art class and we have a group project to do that's focused on the human body. We can't carve statues of course, but we're supposed to turn in some sort of artistic representation of different parts of the body. I got the penis.""What? You got the penis?" I asked. "What does that mean?""We were all broken into groups, and everyone in each group was assigned a different body part. Mine is the penis. We decided our representation will be paintings, which I pushed for because I know
Olivia needs Jake to pose for her painting assignment.Enjoy..******Olivia and I have been close friends for years. We are almost exactly the same age at 18, with just a month between us, and we attend the same school, which is just a short walk from where we live.We were also both held back in school the same year we met. She was held back the year her parents went through a messy divorce and I was held back because I moved and had to transfer to a new school in the middle of the year. The new school was much further along, so I had to repeat the year. But I think going through that year together really helped us bond and grow closer.Anyway, Olivia is great and our friendship is really solid. I think we both compliment each other well. She
"I have reason to believe you are intoxicated, Miss Carrington," he said. "You seemed to have no reaction when that balloon popped. Most women would have screamed or jumped. You did not. That indicates a dulling of the senses, which indicates that you may be inebriated.""I'm not drunk, officer," I said. "I've blown a lot of balloons to popping, hundreds, maybe thousands, and I -""Open your blouse, Miss Carrington," he said. This time, the edge was razor sharp.I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open, thinking that this couldn't possibly be standard police procedure.A hand extended into the flashlight beam.There was a balloon in it, of a size I knew very, very well. It was a 36" balloon. Blue, of course. From the neck size, I guessed it wa
Stopped by a cop with a balloon blowing fetish.Enjoy..****The road was so dark that my mirror was am empty black spot on the windshield, and then all off a sudden it burst into color: A bright red light, from what looked like an unmarked cop car. Perfect, I thought, this is the last place a girl would want to get pulled over. I turned onto a dirt side road and then into a little clearing, shut off the engine, and waited."License and registration, please, ma'am." I couldn't see his face; the cop was just a wall of blue uniform outside my Honda's window. I handed them out to him."Mrs. Carrington?" the officer said."Miss," I said."What are you doing out here so late, Miss Carrington?""Just taking a drive," I said. "That's le







