Perhaps it was because Garven wasn’t what could be considered a macho man. Maybe it was because he was an artistic person to whom foreplay came so e...sily. He was exceedingly tender in the way he caressed her breasts and titillated her body. For Nancy, the way the young man fondled, petted, and rubbed her clit before, during and after coitus was a complete joy. Also, she was not prepared for the way he penetrated her so perfectly. Though Nancy was streetwise she was overwhelmed by the rapidity. Crummy old pool tables, sometimes a band, a 1 star dive, anyway when we went there she would wear a really tiny denim shirt and ether a short t-shirt or a tube top,We would play pool, an excuse for her to bend over and show her beautiful ass, I always made sure to lose so I could sit back and watch the flirting and come-ons by the guys, sometimes I'd walk out to the pier to give her time with her suitors without me staring, if she met a guy she liked she knew anything was ok by me, it was all. ”“None of us did. And, honestly, maybe it was just one of those things, you know, like picking up a girl in a bar!”“And you know this from copious experience, Mr. Loucks?” Angie teased.“No.”“I thought she had a boyfriend,” Angie observed.“They had a spat and broke up,” Sandy said, rubbing her neck.“Sandy, I’ll give you a neck rub if you want,” Clarissa offered.“She shot down Kurtis pretty fast!” I chuckled.“Not my type,” Sandy replied. “And I don’t know him well enough. Sure, Clarissa.”She. "I said, "This is Steve, I'll be out there in a few minutes. Go tell Star that I'm on my way." Yes Sir, I'll do that right now."The drive out to the airpark is less than fifteen minutes, but it seemed like it took forever. As soon as I parked in front of the charter office, Star came running out the door. She grabbed me and hugged me crying, "Steve, Steve, we don't know where she is. I know she's a good pilot but she must have had a bad problem. She's not even answering the radio."I asked, "Was.