Her body barely 5 foot tall. She may be 100 lbs. But I was never good with judging weight. She is buttering something that’s come out of a toaster... She wears a light blue body hugging silk cami with a deeper blue lace strip about three inches wide that leaves her spine almost visible. She is an athlete. Not an ounce of fat. Her skin so perfectly taught that I can count the lobes. The lace booty shorts match the darker blue. The waste band dipping to expose the top half inch of her crack,. Their expressions changing from disbelief to incredulity and back to disbelief again with a slight touch of bemusement by the time I was done.“I don’t expect you to take my word for a story like the one you just heard. I showed you this,” I said waving my arms to take in everything in the RV, “to help prove it to you. There’s more to show you, of course.”I opened the wallet that had been sitting in the middle of the table. I opened it up and dumped out the coins into my cupped palm. I handed. Somebody gave him a motorcycle and that was that. It took him less than a week to create his own motorcycle gang. Not too big, there was a maximum of five members as a rule. They called themselves The Black Doomsday Riders. The composition of the members changed regularly, with one exception. He and a pig named Brock Brody were there from the start. Brock Brody became his first Lieutenant.Life continued. Wherever they appeared something bad would happen within the next 72 hours.He became sort. " She lets one hand slowly slip down to Laura's crotch and slips a finger gently into her already moist pussy.The brunette gasps as the finger enters her pussy, and eventually replies softly, "She just reminded me of someone; that's all."Sam asks, "Oh? Who?" and takes a nipple into her mouth again while she keeps her eyes on the young brunette; Laura squirms with the pleasure given to her young body by her boss's tongue.Sam asks again, "So who did she remind you of?"Laura eventually replies, "A.