.." the words trailed off weakly as I opened her robe, pulling it off her shoulders and revealing her breasts, the nipples as stiff as I'd ever seen o... felt them, and laid her back gently against Derek's bare thighs. My hand wandered quickly to between her thighs where, despite her early protestations, she was flowing onto the robe and the red hairs of her sex were dew-like and musky. As Sarah and Derek watched, I dropped to my knees and moved my tongue over her now dripping opening, teasing my. "You'd look adorable in it," she smiled. "Come on." M...m....mum?" I really needed to stick to someone else writing mylines. "S...s...sorry?"She kept smiling. "Allie, please. We don't have all day. There areother places I'd like to go. Unless you don't like the dress. And ifthat's the case, say so." With that, I started to cry. Enough thatpeople were looking, not just tourists. She took me in her arms andrubbed my back. "Allie, what's wrong?" I...I....I'm sorry..." For what?" She. I was 16 and feeling horny most of the time. I new I liked looking at naked women and also looking at the size of other boys cocks. I didn't think I was gay or bi just curious.I had the usual stash of magazines that I wanked over most days. For some unknown reason I also got turned on by the fashions of the day, women in long skirts and rounded collar blouses with platform sole shoes and boots. As it was the seventies men's fashions were similar and my Mother had bought me a new "Sunday Best". The jagged rocks ripped at his clothing as he rolled down the opposite slope. He had stayed too long, hoping to get a clean shot at his pursuers. He was down to his last rifle magazine, and he had only scored one hit so far. He blinked against the sunlight, and his head throbbed constantly, robbing him of desperately needed sleep.A helicopter roared overhead, being careful to stay out of rifle range. He could see the gunner in the door, but they made no move to shoot at him. The enemy was.