”“Karen Post here.”“Where have you been?”“At a rendezvous in Norris, Montana. I had a little accident.”“Dick and I were wondering if y...u were that Karen Post.”“Wondering?”“John Baird wrote an article about your little accident.”“In the Buckskin Report?”“Girl ... your picture is on the cover.”“ULP”“You haven’t read it?”“I don’t have a subscription.”Connie jumped up and started going through a basket of mail. It was one of those tubs the Post Office used for excessive mail to one recipient. She. She rubbed her pert breasts against his chest and delighted in the feeling of his coarse hair rubbing against her sensitive nipples. Something hard was pressing against her tummy and she wiggled to rub against his surging prick.Scott Nelson could hardly believe that a single kiss could turn him on like this! His balls were churning as he held the young girl's nubile body against him. He dropped one hand down her smooth back until it was resting on her darling bottom. Then he allowed his fingers. Mark and Susan came back over and placed the drinks down either side of you and we all went back to talking I watched your face as I knew what was going to happen and saw your eyes widen as I saw marks hand move from the table, I knew it was working its way down your back and to the slit in your dress, and I also knew his hand would not stop there.I leaned over and grabbed your hand and squeezed it to let you know this was all part of the fun you smiled and relaxed as his hand was by now. Ever since I knew her cute little ass was parked at home for the long and lazy, hazy days of summer, I've taken to sitting in my three-season room with binoculars to voyeuristically leer at her whenever she's out in their backyard frolicking in the pool with her gaggle of sexy girlfriends or sunbathing her smooth bronzed skin lazily alone with a book. I've also developed the habit of rubbing and tugging out a load of hot cum whenever I'm "spying" on her (wishing it were her hand instead of.