It was dark when they left town, and then her hand moved to his crotch, to squeeze there.Flo, on his other side, had leaned her head on his shoulder. ...inda and Susie were sitting Indian style, in the back of the truck, their heads close as they talked above the wind and noise of the old truck.It was one of those lazy summer nights, when all is right with the world, and you just can’t help but be relaxed, and happy. Bobby’s left hand was draped carelessly over Flo’s left shoulder, and a bump in. It was held up by a pair of string-like shoulder straps. Ellen noted Donna's matching blue panties and joked that the Utah wilderness had never before seen anything out of a Victoria's Secret catalog. Privately, I thought the designers of this camisole had someone larger than Donna's thin Japanese stature in mind, as one strap and then the other slipped from her shoulders, which she would self-consciously pull back into place.But as the wine kicked in she eventually ignored a sagging strap. As. .. even if Bruce didn't know... actually, especially if Bruce didn't know... seeing her fuck guys she's not supposed to, I guess it's part of that "taboo sex" I mentioned earlier. I wondered who else in particular she'd like to fuck... I'd love to help her, and of course I'd want to fuck them as well.. I pulled my knees up toward my head as I pictured a guy getting ready to penetrate me, and I felt my orgasm building up. "I'm so fucking wet" I grunted, as I thought about how many guys I could. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had just turned 17 and was looking forward to Prom this next weekend since she was the prom queen. Her mother told me she had also been selected as one of the finalists to represent Massachusetts for the Miss Teen USA Pageant. Needless to say my cock was straining against my briefs. My palms were sweaty and I wanted her, but not just her. my daughter as well. Thoughts of this threesome filled my mind despite trying to make pleasant.