I do not. I have dark brown hair that I put up into a Fauxhawk. I’m 15, and I have a slightly well built frame. Anyway, enough talking about me… m...re about Morgan.Morgan is 14. She has shoulder length blonde hair that she loves to put in a small ponytail. She’s about 5’5”, and 100 pounds. She was a little tan, with great legs. They are my favorite part of her. She has beautiful green eyes, high cheekbones, big pink lips, a cute button nose, white teeth, with braces. I don’t regularly like. My hand found his cock and I stroked it again.There was a loud rap on the window startled me and a middle aged woman screamed at us, "Perverts!"I flushed. I was so caught up in the moment I forgot that we were still in the Starbucks parking lot. I covered my breasts as he gave me his boyish grin. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Mare," he told me in his commanding voice. "Your breasts are so beautiful. You shouldn't ever hide them."His voice vibrated my soul; he was right. My breasts were. He shut the door as he went. She put the coffee back down and turned to Sian. She loved the feel of Sian’s arms as they went around her and held her close. She brushed her lips against Sian’s as she looked into Sian’s eyes. The brush became an extended kiss. Unlike the night before it didn’t ignite passion. Instead it was just soft and caring. When it ended, Bridget looked into Sian’s eyes again. ‘I meant it last night, Sian. I love you,’ she softly said. She hesitated for a few moments.. She adjusted the satin strings to her dress letting it barely cover her full breasts.“Thank you Mom, for the use of your wedding rings,” she muttered placing Ben’s rings back on her finger. She moved her leg and tapped her long fingernails to the beat of the rock music. Of the four men, the one she noticed the most stood and approached her.“I hate seeing such a beautiful looking woman sitting all by herself. Would you like to dance?”“Where have I heard that pick up line before?” she asked,.