Mountain View, Arkansas was about a three hour drive if I pushed it and didn't get stopped by the local gendarmes along the way.My route took me acros... the Mississippi River, swollen out of its banks at that season so that the bridge approaches crossed a mile or so of flooded farmland on the Arkansas side, then north up Interstate 55 to Jonesboro and from there on Depression-era two lane roads halfway across the state to Mountain View. It's not well known outside the region – mostly because. " Why would you say that?" she asked. "And how is that going to get me money for a video camera?" Because I plan to get them real horny telling them what you do, and the offer them a chance to watch. But I'll tell them it will cost $10 for 3 minutes." You mean you'll bring them to the house to watch me?" I'll arrange for them to come over at 4:30 after school, when Barb is at cheerleading and mom is still at work. You'll be in the bathroom. When I give you the signal, you'll start touching. "Oh fuuuuuck." She groaned into her friend's pussy, her motions increasing as I pulled back and slid in again, this time not stopping until my thighs were against her bare ass. In and out I started to stroke, slowly at first, but then faster as my excitement overtook me. I reached to her big tits, leaning partially over her back to capture them. I squeezed in time with my strokes, her hard nipples pushing into my palms as I tried to contain their swinging mass. "Oh god. Ohhhh fuck I'm. She has been in a funk lately so I decided to pay her a social visit, no ulterior motive but willing to adjust if she was in the mood.Well to my surprise she was not only in the mood but decided that this visit would be a change of pace where she controlled the action from start to finish. Greeting me at the door with her shortest and thinnest material nightie she could find she kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear to go straight to her bedroom, take off my clothes and lay on my back. Not.