Per Robin’s instructions, Scott parked on the opposite side of the garage and several spaces over from her Jeep. With the coast all clear, he left t...e security of his Mazda and headed toward the Jeep. He was just as excited as he was nervous. Robin had said that she would be in the back seat. Scott opened the rear passenger door to find his rendezvous sitting on a pallet she had laid out in the Jeep. The back seats were laid down and some blankets were spread out for padding. Scott looked Robin. For three months, he had met her five times, and the same situation would happen every time. They would sit the four of them, and while their parents ignored the girl or gave her judging glances, she would subtly try to be closer to him, even physically, always sitting around him somehow.A month later, when he came to spend the night at their place, he found out her trying to be the center of his attention wasn’t dependent on anyone else’s presence. She would always be close, always try to talk. He was breathing very heavily and I knew I was in for a good rough one, he was quite huge and I hadn’t even had the opportunity to suck him yet, but first things first, he wanted my fuck and I wanted his deep inside. “Where does Badger keep the fucking’ lube,” he yelled and I could see he was frustrated. He was wanting my fuck and how! I said it was beside him on the bench, he said for me to lean across the bench and give him my best arch and there I was, just like it was with Badger, all set. Betty realized they'd used most of their limited supply trying to scare her away. She shook her head as she pulled around the relocated tree trunk. She needed to rethink how she approached people in the future."You're right, Malcolm. I think this will work better than either Capitol Square or Genoa Park downtown." Betty strode across the asphalt, glancing at the expansive empty parking lots surrounding the Ohio State Football Stadium. "It wouldn't be my first choice. I'd think a pastoral.