I AM A PICTURE TAKING AND HAVING TAKEN FREAK TO SAY THE LEAST. I BROUGHT SOME EXTRA CLOTHES BECAUSE I WAS NOT SURE IF IT WAS GOING TO RAIN OR GET CHIL...Y. RIGHT AT THE MOMENT ITS SO HOT I CANT STAND IT SO I ROLL UP MY SHORTS HIGHER AND SPREAD OUT THE BLANKET CAUSE I FIGURE THE GUYS ARE GOING TO GO FISHING OR WHAT EVER THEY DO AND I WAS GOING TO GET SOME SUN. I TOOK OFF MY T SHIRT AND BALLED IT UP AND USED IT FOR A PILLOW AND LAID ON MY BACK IN JUST MY SPORTS BRA AND SHORTS. I HAD FORGOTTEN THAT. I chuckled softly.“What have you got in mind, Abby?” I asked.“Nothing. Nothing at all,” she said, winking. “Let's go to my place and continue this conversation, shall we?”I nodded. I hadn't even known Abby for three hours yet, and she already wanted me to sleep with her? York wasn't as bad as I'd thought.Her place was quite big – a two-story house in white and pale yellow, with red roof. There was a garage, but no cars, so I suspected that her parents were at work. I was right.“Mum and dad are. “Oh yes, I love your cock! Please let me taste it!” I beg, knowing how much you love to hear me beg like such a wanton slut. “Go on then, lick it, slut,” you order, pulling my mouth to your cock by my hair. My pussy is already dripping with anticipation. I look up at you, batting my eyelashes, and run the tip of my tongue swirling first around your balls, then up along the whole length of you. “Mmmmm,” I purr with pleasure, “You taste so good, please, please can I have more? Can I please. ”Watching Martin take the old man over to the car, Jerry smiled at the simple pleasures that had resulted from the young man’s hard work. When the old man sat behind the wheel, it seemed to him that Mr. Atkins had sat up straighter and looked prouder. Henry said, “Look at him. He’s so proud.”Not knowing which man to whom Henry was referring, Jerry replied, “Martin is so proud of himself that he’s about to burst, and Mr. Atkins looks real dignified sitting behind the wheel.”Henry laughed and.