I answered her questions and returned the favor. I wanted to ask her things like, “Can I drag my cock back and forth on your sexy thighs?” and “...an we watch each other masturbate.” Or maybe something like, “Are your nipples connected to your clit?” But when I opened my mouth, out came, “So, tell me about your school.”Sitting this close to her, with a different point of view of her magnificent legs, and smelling her natural scent mixed with the perfume that she obviously put on especially for. Whatever he does for a living, I'm sure he doesn't park his ass behind a desk, like I do. His hands and arms give the impression of a man who works very hard all day.The van's floor is done in a deep avacado shag pile that might be the 1970s original. It smells vaguely of stale cigarettes, but is otherwise neat and clean. NASCAR Boy keeps a blanket, a couple of pillows, a roll of paper towels, and a washcloth always handy. I get the distinct impression I'm not his only fuck, but that's. She really didn't like playing with boys because they thought they knew everything and never seemed to want to listen to a girl who had good ideas and better games to play.In Sandy's opinion boys were not a lot of fun to play with. But today the girls were all inside getting ready for church. Sandy had to make do with the boys because they were the only ones outside in the cold weather.She would rather be outside playing even if it was with boys and not inside with the grown-ups who always. They now had naked photographs of me, and shaved!My orders were to stay naked; so, when I finished my coffee, I got out of bed and calmly walked, naked and shaved, into the bathroom. I knew that my intimate parts were clearly on show to the contractors.“I need another cup of coffee before I shower,” I smiled to Juan. “Do you both want another cup?”“Yes, please, Miss Kerri,” Juan smiled back. His eyes were fixed on my naked body.“Please, just call me Kerri.” I smiled as I collected their cups..