She could see me looking at her thighs and between her legs but said nothing. I was getting turned on.I then stood behind her and as I move to place h...r hands on the strings I brushed across her breast, she was a voluptuous young woman and not wearing a bra, we both said nothing. Again as I put her hand on the bow I brushed against her other breast, again we both said nothing.Making herself comfortable she wiggled on the stool and I doing so her skirt rose all the way up her thighs, so that she. . Angie wrapped my arm inhers and hurried us inside to escape the evening chill. We made our wayinto the bar. I was musing to myself how long it had been since I had areally good frozen strawberry margarita. My first had been with Susan,at Fat Tuesday's in Key West. You remember those historic firsts inyour life: your first kiss, your first date, your first love... yourfirst full-blown coronary seizure. There, seated at the bar, were RobNelson and Jim Grant!"If we turn around right now," I. “I can see your pussies tribbing. You both are so sexy. I love you both so much.”I groaned louder, my butt clenching. The girl grabbed my ass, squeezing tight, her fingers digging into my cheeks. Our nipples kept kissing, meeting with the same hungry passion as our lips and tongues. Molten heat trickled out of me, merging with the passion flooding out of her pussy.The bed creaked from our movements. I savored this girl. I wanted to know who she was. I wanted to rip off the blindfold. But James. I can't. Please, please, please, I can't." Them boys own you?" -- the man led Abby into some sort of storage room and pushed her down onto the floor, - "I know they do. But you call me, girl," -- he took his jeans off and knelt in between Abby's spread white legs. "You call this number."She gasped when the clerk's cock entered her soaked pussy. He started fucking her, and she began to moan and squeal. As he moved inside her, he started telling her his phone number."Five-five-five," -- three.