She may not have been interested in boys yet, but little Holly was a clothes horse and shop-aholic.Lauren had managed to get about three or four shots...of Heather posing before the fireplace when the doorbell rang. “Now that’s what I call good timing,” she commented, then went over and opened the door. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, as Peter came inside.“And it’s lovely to see you again, as well,” he replied.“Now, don’t be mean. We just thought you were Robby coming to pick up his date.” She pointed. “Spread your legs wider, slut.” I spread my legs far apart and I feel his cock at the entrance of my tight ass. “I’m a virgin there,” I tell him. That only excites him more. He slowly pushes forward and my ass opens up for him. I try my best to relax as my finger goes deep inside me. He puts his elbows on top of my shoulders so I can’t go anywhere. Not like I want to anyway. “You’re so fucking tight,” he tells me and I blush thinking about how much he likes my ass. Once he is fully inside. I had to admire his pluckiness as I have a soft spot for public wankers, and in saying so, I lowered my leg and stretched out, showing my flat stomach to it's best advantage, after all my husband was behind a magazine and no-one else was watching.I looked back across at the locker and he appeared again in full flow, his fist pumping at the image I was projecting in his direction, I wiped the sweat from my firm tummy, and naughtily pulled the elastic of my bikini bottoms down to my pubic bone,. "Bullshit, now spill, I want the hear everything."Lyla paused before continuing. She was surprised at how much seeing him again had affected her. "My family and I used to holiday every year down by the Cape. My father would save all his holiday's from work and we would go there for three weeks every summer. As my brother and I got older it started to become a bit of a boring chore. No internet, not many friends, small area, that type of thing. I had just turned 18 and my brother Curtis had just.