But he wasn't in a hurry, and this alternative route was a bit more interesting.Someone stood at the side of the road. As he came closer, he saw that ...t was a young girl hitch-hiking. He slowed down. She was in her early twenties, he thought, had long red hair and a nice body, Her long summer dress had a floral pattern, and blew around her, occasionally revealing a pair of long, slender legs in a pair of red, high-heeled shoes.Greg wondered. She wasn't carrying any luggage and was hardly. This gives him the boost he needs to go round everyones door with his yucky yellow teeth and his broken specks and that clarty old chessboard of his. *Fancy a wee game hen eh?* Thats what he says when you open the door. He seems to have this belief (quite fanatical in its intensity) that playing chess is going to solve everyones problems. Its pitiful really when you think about it. Not one bastardll give the man a game of chess. What sort of a life is it when you cant even find some bugger to. Authoritatively you bury your face between my thighs from behind giving me over to new waves of delight, rimming my ass in silky waves with your magic tongue; bringing me to the edge of climax, in preparation to spread my quivering legs open for a sweet and electric hunger fuck. Moaning, breathy shallow cries issue from my heaving chest as I exhale your name delicately while you rise up to sit on my plentiful ass which bears your weight easily straddling me firmly between. .." Never mind that," Becky said scrolling to the next one, which was obviously far more explicit. "You should probably take a look at the rest of these first, and then we'll have that little talk."Grace sat in stunned silence, looking at the photos until she had scrolled through each and every last one of them. Each one seemingly more decadent than the one before, ending with the one of herself, laying there in the midst of an obvious orgasm."That one's my favorite," Becky announced looking at.