" OK, I didn't want you to be lonely. I broke up with Susan, you know."Susan was one of the graduating seniors in the ballet class, and Kevinalso was...a senior. "I'm sorry about you and Susan, and I won't be lonely, Kevin. I have ajob and my ballet to do. Thank you anyway." Just wanted you to know that I'm around, Corey. I think we'd have funtogether."Corey thought she detected a wink as he said it, an evil mischievous oneat that. She didn't like this boy at all; he always seemed to be. We went south and then west to Keystone and reached the camping place, Kemps Kamp. We found that we weren't the only ones there!As I pulled into the camp, we were greeted by a man with a rifle over his arm. He smiled but held up his hand and I stopped beside him and rolled the window down."Hi," I said."Hello, I'm Roger Jones. Would you please tell me your business here?" Sure, Roger. I'm Jim Sinclair and Cathy Ellsworth is behind me. Strange as it sounds, we're sightseeing the US before. They were clutching at nothing: clawing, searching, and yet somehow managing to communicate hidden and secret emotions. A woman can tell you a lot with her fingers, and Christine was telling me a story.Gently, I lifted her hands and I smelled them. I kissed them. Then I licked her fingers and ran my tongue under the edge of her nails, at which she hurriedly pulled her hands from my grasp and shivered, glancing at where I'd licked with distaste."So tell me a little more," I demanded. On the way home, Jay was sitting next to me with only her top on and her clean shoes. Her legs were completely bare, as was her pussy as knickers were still in her hands. My cock was rock hard with watching her exhibit herself to our voyeur in the woods car park and realising she was still naked from the waist down.It was only a twenty minute or so drive to get back home and in that time Jay had flashed a couple of lorry drivers as we pulled alongside them on the dual carriageway. Each time she.