Had he not been a lunatic, she could have easily enjoyed every second of this. He thought, she was so perfect. Her skin was something that any southe...n belle would have killed for. A fresh creamy alabaster, with a smattering of freckles on the tops of her shoulders and the bridge of her nose. She was five foot and seven inches and most of it was leg. His first thought when he saw her, was that she would be the perfect porcelain doll. Flaming red, riotous curls, gentle sea-blue eyes. Her mouth. They were happy, happy to be together. They sit down in a shady spot to catch their breath and watch the setting sun. He faces her. She looks up to him. He says something to her. She blushes and lowers her eyes. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her tenderly on the lips. She closes her eyes, enjoying his tender show of affection.He gets bolder. He kisses her harder and more passionately. Oh, what is he doing she thinks. Why is he is trying to force his tongue into my mouth? At first she. They could combine the two purposes.Julie dressed with great care for this adventure. She decided on the uniformed schoolgirl look. A white blouse with ruffles on the cuffs and collar, buttoned all the way up and tucked into her waist, was her top. It was tailored to show every curve, but not bind tight or gap anywhere.A pleated plaid skirt that belted high on her narrow waist and looked conservatively long because of that but only came partway down her thighs. A matching plaid tie, correctly. I tried to look even sexier by biting my lower lip and sort of movingagainst the wall a bit. It must have been working quite well becauseJason slid his hand inside his boxers, started stroking himself and justsaid, "I hope you don't mind, but you look really hot and I'm hard as arock here?"In reply I put my beer down just pulled up my dress a little showing moreof my legs. Jason was jacking off as fast as he could by now and I wasfascinated by the whole scene. I'd never ever the been the object.