She went out to dinner on her new bike since she had not heard from Gerard. That and her pantry and freezer had just about run out of quick things to ...repare.April chose a local restaurant, which catered to men and women from the airbase just outside of town. The restaurant was located five miles farther from the beachfront than her motel, but it was worth the bike ride. The food was good, the prices reasonable. Not to mention she got a ten miles worth of exercise.When she returned to the motel. His hand was slowly tracing further up my skirt. I felt myself dripping in my pretty white French knickers. His fingers started to stroke the soft material. The pressure inside my thighs was building, I was moaning more rhythmically now. Suddenly I felt a rush of warmth on my lady garden. Scott had slid his hand into my panties. For a moment his hand stayed static, just cupping my dripping pussy. It was him who let out a low deep moan, gently squeezing me. He dipped one finger into my hole, and. Until now, she'd half-suspected him of exploiting and manipulating Verne, but certainly his reaction to this tragedy proved how deeply he cared about his friend."I... I just wish I could be there with him, or do something to help him," Sandi sighed. "It's so awful to think of him lying all alone in some awful h-hos-" Now don't go on like that, honey," Larry interrupted as the blonde girl's voice began to grow unsteady. "And you can help - you can get a job so we can give him the very best care. I sucked lightly on the head for a moment, and then drew my tongue up and down the length of him, enjoying the taste and the smell and the hardness under my hands. I felt him wake with a jerk after a few moments, but I didn’t stop, and he didn’t try to stop me. Instead, he fell back with a small chuckle that quickly turned into a moan as I took him deep into my mouth. It was difficult fitting him so far in. My throat wasn’t accustomed to…well, cock. But I kept at it, bobbing my head up and.