Looking into her pretty face, I said, “We should hook up again. As soon as possible. When are you next available?” Amaya looked away ...rom the table with an uncomfortable glance. “I don’t think that there’s going to be a next time, Keaton,” she uttered. Cognitive dissonance suddenly struck my head like a fifteen pound sledgehammer. “Say what? Why not?” Amaya pivoted to face me. She reached across the table to cusp my hands in her own. “It’s nothing you. Those eyes. A man could drown in those deep blue pools ." "Oh, come ON Carol." "Don't mind me. Just doing a little fantasizing. Bert honey, we can just no longer put up with that name in our little circle of girl friends. Do we not have more fun than you ever did with boys?" "You know we do." Well then, how about Beth instead of Bert. Bethany Ann Williams. How's that?" "Spooky (giggle) but I like it. OK. I'm Beth, but heaven help me, how did this get this far?" "I don't know hon, but. I scoop down into the seat a bit as you lower your body down on my lap, it's hot outside and we are both sweaty by but I can see the lust is burning in your eyes, that same lust that at the same time rips through my own mind and body.. as you close in I guide my hungry dick towards your peepee, gently parting your pussylips, letting my head rest for a second against your pink wet hole before penetrating you, slowly filling you out as you sink your body down over my manhood. With a firm grip on. She noticed as she entered her bedroom that her panties felt moist. This was normal as she found herself horny most of the time. She began taking her clothes off to get ready to hop in the shower.Naked she walked to her bathroom. She started the shower and adjusted the water to how she wanted it. She began to inspect herself in the full length mirror on the closed door of the bathroom. For only 17, she was filled out nicely. She had beautiful ash blond hair that was down to the middle of her.