“I hope they do,” she smiled, “they can watch me fuck you if they like.” She kissed her friend again deep and passionately, sliding a hand up ...he back of Samantha’s thigh and under the hem of her skirt. She grasped the girls bum cheek making Samantha gasp. I could see right to the top of her golden thigh where the pink lace of her knickers was tight against her skin. I breathed hard, reaching down and curling my fingers around the aching hardness of my cock, rubbing myself. God they looked so. .. The sunset faded and darkness began enveloping the road and woods.Tears of pain and humiliation rained down her cheeks. She could not bring herself to believe what she had done, forced or not, in the last two days. Yet, it all now made a sort of perverted sense of the nightmares and lapses of memory.There! Again a noise. Yes, she thought, footsteps back on the road behind her.She tried to run faster, but her body was simply to the point it could no longer obey her frightened mind.Her pace. Fran we will call her was always a little bit of a tease. She would dress really provocatively and loved the attention for doing this. The cat calls, whistles, spanks on the ass. It kind of ticked me off a little, but I was also happy I had such a hot girlfriend. I repeatedly told her not to dress the way she did in the summer. Little jean shorts with the pockets sticking out the bottoms and a tight tee shirt that showed her well formed mid drift. I said if it turned me on the way it did. While he examined the contents of the bag, the waitress returned with ahot cup of coffee, which she set before Rick saying rather snidely,"Here's your coffee. Sir," discretely leaving to seat a couple that hadjust entered."Look, Rick, you're a nice guy, and...." So? It's the fucking nice guy that always seems to finish, always. Shit!You look and listen, miss rich bitch and fellow(?) dykes," Rick said,continuing his verbal tirade, "your fathers sit on Boards of this, Boardsof that. My father.