That kind of preying on the weak was more a factor of older people. No, he just naturally preferred to be in the company of pretty, young women (or ev...n less than pretty – a large girl walked by, Mary-Jo was large, cheerful and surprisingly sexy. She winked at him) than smelly, sweat-encrusted, jocks. Who wouldn’t?At the basketball court, at one end three camp friends were running round (and you couldn’t help noticing that running caused their shirts to rise and fall in a ... no! watch the ball. All she could think to do was bury her head between her knees trying to make herself as small as possible. Then she had realized that she no longer heard anything at all. Her brows scrunched together while she pondered if she had somehow missed the patrol walking away? Then she heard a new sound and it was equally horrifying, the faint sound of keys lightly tinking together. Such a simple and innocuous noise had filled her with the most nauseating dread. She had to suppress a whimper. "Ahmad, emboldened by his obvious success, started to concentrate on her clit. Licking and sucking the centre of her arousal. This made Boshra crazy with arousal, she was so nearly there, she needed just a few more fabulous seconds with his tongue. Ahmad could see her pussy twitching, and her moans were getting louder so he plunged two fingers into her, and began to massage her G-spot."OH fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers. OH YESSS."Boshra was loud enough to wake the neighbours as she screamed. Before she could mount an objection, though, she could feel the drops of moisture collecting on her inner thighs, and the nascent arousal quelled any misgivings.He had regally preceded her to the car and left her to manage her own car door. That was exactly what she expected, and what he had always done. That was what all of her men had always done. Well, not quite all of them. On her three dates with Ryan Herwalt, he had always walked behind or beside her, and had always held her door open for.