"What size, love?" Ten."He searched through the jumbled tangle of shirts and produced a size twenty-four."You must be joking," she protested. "I'd be ...wimming in that."He searched half-heartedly. "Look love, this is the best I can do," handing her a size eighteen."Jeez. Didn't know it was a sack race," she muttered, audibly. She heaved the garment reluctantly over her tight racing singlet, and headed for the other truck. Watched the other girls backing up to the tray to have their sack of. After feeling about over Portia’s clit for a few moments he quietly pushed the girl’s panties down over her hips then passed her knees until they fell down around her feet. He then stepped in and cupped one hand over her pubic bush with the middle finger making a very deliberate dig up into her vaginal hole. The other hand went under her skirt and around the back to rub up and down her smooth butt cheeks and butt crack. While he was doing this Keith’s mouth was quietly exploring Portia’s mouth. "Now drop your pants."I did not like where this seemed to be going. I thought about puttingup an argument, some sort of resistance. But one look at his face madeit clear that he was serious. This was a dangerous man; someone whogets what he wants and doesn't put up with having to ask twice. I undidmy pants and let them fall to my ankles.He grinned a wide, satisfied grin. "Just like I thought." An evilsounding chortle rumbled out of him. I looked down, embarrassed. Therewas no missing the fact. Beatrice stood beside his bed and took a closer look at him, he was a few years older than her, and that weak and fragile look, still with this masculine kind power made him very attractive. The bandage he wore over his eyes made it impossible to see if he was asleep or not. Suddenly he moved his lips as he tried to say something. Thus he was awake and noticed that she stood there. She got confused, maybe she shouldn’t sneak around like that and watch people secretly, she was prepared to go.