What the fuck was she playing at????The Predator couldn't believe his eyes; what the fuck was she playing at???? Well if she thought she was ready to ...lay with the boys, he could arrange that alright. He just hoped she realised that these boys wouldn't play nice; she had better be careful or she might get more attention than she wanted.The Predator thought about it for a minute and tried to figure out just what the bitch was up to; maybe she thought she had some sort of control of the situation. The Winthrop family of Kenwood Lane would at least have her balancing it in a world that was too evil to survive much longer.By visiting the Carters frequently, she seemed to acquire some of their strength of personality. They were so good--if worldly--that she came to believe that she could rely upon their judgement utterly. Surely they hadn't become so rich by not having any sense. So she studied everything Dominique Carter did, and Maxwell Carter, too. She wanted to be just like them. Her. After about an hr or so we took her home nothing else happened that evening . we dropped her off and on the way home my gf put her hand on my cock and said well did you flash her ? i said i did she was so happy she said did she see it ? oh yes i replied she see it alright and she touched me . my gf's eyes opened wide as she looked at me my cock was getting stiff as i told her she kept her hand on my cock rubbing it slow . she said did you like it i nodded a yes she smiled wide and said anything. Dressed the way I was I was really conscious of the wind blowing up myshort skirt. Sometimes it seemed to lift it and I tugged down at itdesperately.The wind did not need to lift my skirt for men to wolf whistle at me asthey drove by and to hoot at me.I was jumpy and felt nervous one of them was about to assault me - that iseither rape me because they thought I was a sexy lady or beat me upbecause they thought I was gay.It was broad day light and I shouldn't have been so frightened.I hadn't.