He looked around the beach, where the next nearest company was quite a way off. ‘Naw! I wasn’t going to … you know … I’m not really that kin... of guy. Not really.’ Although, when he was with Baz and Dave, and the girls were so obviously up for it, there was no doubt in his mind that he could be and, in fact, almost certainly was that kind of guy. But here, alone, with a woman more than fifteen years older than him, he was definitely not lying. ‘I see,’ said the woman, placing her paperback face. Rachael was one year, five months and eleven days older than me. Some girls that old might ignore their neighbor because he’s little, but not Rachael McCall. We’d always been buddies. Besides, height-wise, I was starting to catch up.“What?” I’d already made a guess, though. She got a new doll. Most girls by her age quit collecting them, but they didn’t have an uncle who works all over the world installing printing presses. She had one from every country that had a newspaper. Not Russia, though,. She watched as his bright eyes flicked quickly down to her chest as he conjured up the tantalizingly fresh images of her naked body. She shivered and thought again about how he’d probed her for another quick blowjob on the ride home. Butterflies circled her stomach and she started to consider it again. The street seemed empty enough. She could just lean over into his lap and do him real quick before she-. With another dry grin, Rachel shook her head and killed the train of thought. No. She. Self control was not an option. The viscosity of pussy juices flowed freely on Jake’s finger. I had slowly exhaled. “Count each time my finger is inserted in you,” he whispered in my left ear. When he finished stroking my pussy with 233 strokes, Jake guided my left hand to my labia. There, under table and tablecloth, my clitoris was fully exposed to the air and hidden from the world. “Slowly, insert your left index finger in your cunt, five times.” Glancing looking into Jake’s eyes, I was.