From a combination of her. own burning lust and theirs, she was delirious with excitement. She could almost see her feverish desire blazing out from i...side – it was so strong and ravenous. ‘You get naked and we fuck!’ She heard a voice, but she wasn’t aware of its origin. She felt herself being toppled over to the ground, but it seemed as though it were in a dreamy slow motion. She felt something ecstatic blush out inside of her. She was lying on the dusty ground on the floor of some stone. He didn't seem to be the sort of guy who needed to be dominated. But maybe she was wrong. By then, Tommy was nuzzling Mrs. Wagner's calf and licking his way up her leg. When he reached her knee, she put a finger under his chin a lifted him up. Between Mrs. Wagner's natural height and her heels, she was actually an inch or two taller than he.Tommy's hand went to his dick. He almost got in a stroke before Mrs. Wagner slapped him on the wrist. "Not yet," she said in a coo, caressing his cheek with. This was an A cup bra in a band sizehigher than what Cindy wore - I'm guessing she had a 'buy one get onefree' deal and she must've grabbed one in the wrong size mistakenly.Besides, she was an AA cup. It fit me better than I care to admit.Apparently that extra breast growth I had when I was in puberty amountedto a small A cup.I decided to put on the skirt I'd found at the thrift store, anyway. Itwent down to my ankles - it actually fit me better than it did Karen. Ithad a gypsy-ish design on. To the left, she caught some movement near the canal; the bushes were rustling slowly. Then she saw the ‘gator. He was a big one: 10 or 12 feet long. ‘Thank goodness I’m not afraid,’ she lied to herself, knowing that it was a lie even as she thought it. She remained motionless, even as her mind was going a thousand miles an hour. She watched the ‘gator – even named him: Slater the Gator. She was sure – with no particular reason – it was a ‘him.’ Slater moved so slowly that you could hardly see.