This time her mouth was the fly trap. She stared at me, her eyes so wide, I thought her eyeballs would pop out. She licked her lips and gulped.She edg...d closer, tossing her dress on the rocks, her eyes locked on my shorts.Well, my eyes knew where to look. Yes siree, Bob, they did. Up close Jeannie's titties looked so cute, like little oval shaped hills, with nipples all puffed out. Her skin looked shiny, as if stretched; like her breasts had grown too fast inside for her skin to keep up.My. . afraid ... that ... you'll wake up one day and not want me!" She blurted out the last of the sentence.I studied Samantha's face for a second. Gone was the facade of brash bravado and smart mouthed confidence that was usually there. Here was a frightened little girl that needed to be assured."So, you're afraid that I'll come to my senses one day and find someone I think I want more?"Samantha cuffed some tears from her eyes and sniffed as she nodded. I reached out, pulled her to my chest and. IAR Beach was what most people called Indigenous American Rock Beach. At one time it had been the village of Indian Rock Beach but several cycles of "correct thinking" and political correctness had taken care of that. "It's really just an excuse for a bunch of riders to get together and have a party but its fun and I think you'll enjoy it. That's one of the reasons I said that get-up you're wearing is perfect. You're going to be the hottest biker chick there." Oh, and what are the other. ...Bonnie hit her pleasure spots super rapidly, she was ready for cock...hadn’t intended it would be a working guy...but boy his pecker was all set and there. She had the thought: “He can lick me out...but he’s not fucking me.”“Over here” she instructed. “You can lick me out...but nothing more...understand”Alex understood alright, eighteen year old pussy, purry wet and needing tongue. He was up for the job.The young minx was backed against the pylon. She needed to be. Boy did he hit her clitty.