I was traveling in a denim skirt, heels, and a small top with a built in bra that zipped up the front. I knew hubby wanted to have fun on the way and ... wanted to be ready. When he arrived home on Friday afternoon I was ready. Makeup and hair perfect, dressed for sex, and ready to go. We left home and took the interstate out of town. Traffic was light, but there were trucks on the road slowing things down. As we passed one, I looked up to see the driver checking me out. I was so excited about. And I'd just turned 16, which made me completely legal. I felt the pressure was on to get laid or I'd be a virgin forever. And then Lou. He was a member of the cycling club I joined. He was 19. I looked up to him because he'd competed in local races ...and done OK. And he was great with new members. Encouraging them, organizing training, helping to tune bikes, etc. I suppose I started to hero-worship him. I'd hang around and watch whatever he did and try to copy him. I went out and got a proper. Sit on my laps in the sand her cute tits shove in my facei only saw it when it was too latei tought she wanted me to lick her pussy uppushing me down on the sand , on top of me she was inches from my head reaching for her panty removing her pareogetting out a big black cock half hardand looked at me surprised and trying to slide away from her''whats the problem boy dont move away here open up that mouth for me''her big cock taking time rubbbing on my mouth , winning the fight as she tells me to. He and I took a short walk along the seashore after dinner, we paused andI lit a cigarette and took a deep drag and exhaled it slowly.Doc said"Miss while you and we have a bit more latitude up here, the basic rulesremain the same"I took another drag and exhaled and replied"You guys like that word latitude! but what does it mean?"Doc replied"Basically it means you still won't be able to go anywhere on your own,as long as you remain in Teresa mode, you can do whatever you want, butcontact with.