"How do you like my outfit?" she asked."I love it," he responded, again unable to tear his eyes from her hairy twat. "Or, what I mean is, I love you i... it." And will you love me out of it?" she asked, with a seductive huskiness creeping into her voice."First chance I get," Jay answered."Well, what are we waiting for?" Linda said. She led Jay toward the room with the waterbed. "There's so little time and so much to do." She opened the door to the pleasure-room and invited Jay inside with a. Well, only Betty was blonde and it was a sort of dirty blonde at best but she was easy on the eye and her boobs were corn-fed and needed no silicone to round out their appeal. Veronica was a brunette with long black hair that flowed down almost to the little dimple above her luscious ass crack inviting the adventure seekers to explore her regions below with full carnal attention. Betty was just eighteen and Veronica was a ripe old nineteen year old with dreams of stardom in her brain and an. "Why not tell me the rest?" Why should I?" she sneers, walking towards me. "It's not like you really give a shit."The anger she's finally set free has plainly gotten the best of her. All of her former self-deprecation has vanished, and I admire the result. The too small shirt and skin-tight shorts make her look more ridiculous in my eyes than anything else, but at least she's not scampering around like a hunted mouse anymore. And, despite her words, she's not running away either."Because," I. I could see his huge erection under his pajama pants. He looked down at his himself, then looked at me and said “Is my babygirl going to make Papaw feel good tonight?” I stared at the floor, not responding. He then grabbed my jaw tightly and said “I asked you a question" I quickly replied, “Yes sir”. He replied "That’s my good girl. Reach in and pull out Papaws cock” as he began to stroke my hair gently. So I did. I reached my small hand into his pajama fly and wrapped my fingers.