Her arms were wrapped tightly around my chest. She squeezed me in a big hug. It was a beautiful, warm day. She was in her worn out Daisy Dukes, an old...tank top, and black biker-girl boots. Kind of slutty, but damn sexy. I couldn't think of anything but her breasts pressing into my back.Hugging me again, she said, ”Thanks again, Terry. I really needed this. ”It's my pleasure, Betty,” I answered as we rumbled down the highway.We arrived at the speedway in time to use the pit passes. I was. I need to get dressed for the occasion what should I wear for him I know I will put on my leather skirt its about 4 inches above the knee and when I sit down it rides up another couple on inches it really shows my legs off.I use to wear this for Tom as it always got him horny whenever I wore it Now for the top I think I will put on my white tight tee shirt it shows how large my tits are so I’m not going to wear a bra this will show him my nipples. I put on a black thong and for shoes my killer. She had mickey mouse pajama pants on and in every manner possible looked adorable at all times.She was thin, skinner than most girls to the point where one of her lovers had called her a 'spinner' at one point. Lindsey was very much a normal hot blonde. She had a good body. She had a pretty face. She was just shier and less outgoing than her roommate and closest friend. But today, she was feeling a little more outgoing and said something she had been thinking for all of the college year."Tara,. Please do not read if that is what you seek. If you enjoy this very short passage, please vote. The vermillion sun clings tenuously to the day slinking slowly behind the distant mountains silhouetted in the gathering gloom. Once shafts of golden sunlight sparkled off the tile-clad façade pot marked with missing tiles like a jigsaw uncompleted, now tiles hold precariously to the wall, their patina of grime relieved by aerosol graffiti and reflect only decay and abandonment. In the courtyard rats.