For an outfit, we settle on your tank top, doubled over, as your skirt which will show your cunt from the front and back as well as half your arse. Yo...r top will be see-thru for him. You ring the guy and he agrees to come over that night. You meet him at the door in your sexy gear and he can’t take his eyes off you as he counts out your $100. You offer him a drink and sit him on the lounge. You start the music and start dancing provocatively, body swaying so that your breasts swing and your. Sandra was leaning on her elbows on the counter, staring furiously down at some papers. Beside her, in a much more conscious imitation of her posture, was José. José, the Prince of the Camp. King Stud. "Well, if it isn't the biggest belt buckle of them all--pretty fast for him to be sniffing around. Christ, he's worse than Georges."Sandra glanced up and saw me glancing at them. She shot an eyebrow nearly up to her hairline, the deep dark of her eyes staring into mine from inches away. It was an. The magazine, one for teenage girls, was addressed to Megan Nichols. Nothing for a Mr. McFarland or a Mr. Nichols. Interesting.Pulling out my lap top, I quickly found Megan Nichols on Facebook. Hmmm. Nice picture. Pretty girl. Under “likes and interests”, then “activities”, I discovered that she played volleyball. Was on her high school volleyball team. Birthday….was last month, and let’s see…she’s only sixteen! Big time jail bait! Well, what I planned to do would carry jail time. You could hear them in the kitchen fumbling in drawers and the refrigerator. I removed my hand from her mouth and she stayed close to me, I could feel her heart beating nervously. I looked down and her tits were pressed against me and her shirt was still up. My cock was against her thigh and she followed my gaze looking down and at my cock that was resting on her. She grabbed it and squeezed. I pulled back and you could hear them starting to clear the kitchen. I had to take my opportunity and i.