I thought back to the times I had been the guy sitting here with asexily dressed young girl. My plan would be to get as far sexually as Icould with he..., why would he be any different? Especially as when I waswith a girl like this, then at least it was all by mutual consent; thistime round the girl in the picture, ME! Didn't have any choice in thecourse of events. He must have read my mind as he lifted his face up only inches frommine and said, "That's it honey, you're my sexy, horny,. But now that I’ve tried it, I guess it was my daddy’s dream, not mine. Oh. My name is Betty Ruth Thompson, by the way.”“Tim Brandton,” I replied. “Looks like we’re in luck,” I said, nodding towards the truck and cop car along the side of the road.“Now how did you know he was having trouble? Nobody could have known that. Nobody but God, that is. But you’re not God, are you?” she asked.It wasn’t a serious question, and she didn’t seem to care if I answered it at all. Betty Ruth believed deeply on. "Oh, he's gone now, no worries" I assure you as I wipe my soaked hand on your breasts like a paint brush."He sure looked curious" I say as I taste you from your heaving chest and hard nipples.I don't know if the threat helped alleviate your orgasm, or make it inevitable; maybe it is the attention to your tits, but I feel you squirt a dribble on my bare leg below my shorts. "Did you just cum?" No, No I didn't" you protest.I grab your hair and point your face to the tell-tale moist streak running. I turned to look at him and was amazed at how much cum he was covered in. I felt my own pussy juices start to flow. I threw the tissue box at him and told him to clean up and meet me in the car.Bobby left for college that August. I went to visit him during school breaks. He wrote me long letters telling me about his classes and all the new friends he met. He also told me about the nude beaches and nude bathing areas at school he had discovered. He even sent me a school newspaper clipping.