Quinn stepped forward to greet them."My welcome to Brookdale, Miss Carter," he grinned down at her through his small gray teeth, "we've been looking f...rward to your arrival."Dr. Quinn had a distinctive look about him and he carried himself with an air of calm self-assurance. His features were as pointed and sharp as his precise diction of speech, and he might have been handsome if it were not for the long, slightly hooked nose that curved at an irregular angle down his face. His eyes had a. I nodded and she curled her finger a couple of times indicating to me that she wanted me to come closer to her and I did. I was moving in a dream state fog that made everything just a little unreal. Grammy led me over to a tree that sat at the edge of the pond she laid her clothes out as a kind of blanket. I was standing behind her and stared at her asshole. I was entranced by the concentric lines all pointing toward the center, drawing me closer and closer. There were just a couple of hairs. I'll bet the shy one is a virgin. My cock starts to harden thinking about her little red bush just above her virgin pussy.We're almost at our destination and the girls start to freshen up thier make up. The loud one behind me douses herself in perfume. The sweet smell drifts my way and hardens my cock even more. I glance at the mirror just in time to see her stand up and bend over to fix her shoes. Her blue dress creeps up the back of her thighs right up to the bottom of her cheeks. The little. ’ ‘Christ you are a bit old-fashion. Oh and don’t let Betty hear you call me Harry. She’d fly off the handle and say if my mother wanted me to be called Harry she would have named me Harry.’ ‘Oh I apologize.’ ‘There’s no need. Actually I prefer Harry and that’s what my friends called me until Betty arrived on the scene.’ Buck loved that story. He never heard people relate tales like that in the big city. On the following Saturday morning Buck collected Stacey at her home for the overnight.