A yearning for her. Samantha was a very, very sexy girl for her age. (15). She had curves for miles, that defined her as a women…a girl. She had stu...ning blue eyes. The kind that you can get lost in, and never want to be found. Her black hair flowed down her shoulders like strands of silk. Her breasts were a healthy 36 C, perfect for me. We walked into her room and both sat down on the bed. “Ok, Lets do this!” said Samantha.“Haha. OK, calm down, babe.” I said as I took out a baggie of weed. I thanked him, said good bye to everyone there and we all left them talking among themselves. Dana grabbed her sister by the arm laughing and giggling, and asked her how in the world did she ever come up with this idea, and what did she say that made the grown ups agree to letting us go off alone with this boy that had a monster dick.Kylie told Dana and the rest of us that her mom had once told her that if she ever felt the need to be with a boy, please come to her and ask before she did. The Captain pulled away from Cheryl after an intense kissing bout. He turned to Marcia and looked deep into her eyes. His arm was still tightly clamped around her body, and she vividly felt his heat through her clothes. “I forgot to mention it at the bar,” he said quietly. “But when you ride on my ship, you pay for your trip, or I’ll have to consider you a castaway. You know what that means, don’t you?” Marcia looked up into his deeply tanned face. She couldn’t answer as her eyes were sucked. “You’re not a serial killer, are you?” I asked, trying to make it sound like a joke and it sort of was. And it sort of wasn’t.“Do I look like a serial killer?”“Don’t know. Never met one before. I’m not, by the way, in case you’re wondering. Got a trailer up a ways. Welcome to stay overnight. If the road doesn’t get washed out, I can drive you to town in the morning. Drop you off at the bus station.”“Thanks. I mean it. Thanks.”“No prob.”“Guy I’d gotten a ride with just sort of… dropped me..