It had a picnic table and bench. I was wearing my normal style short pleated skirt, petticoat, stockings, garter belt, panties, bra, blouse short "bob... cut wig, makeup and of course my signature pink glossed lips. He asked how old I was, I smiled as always and told him and "don't worry mister I will never tell on you" His cock was so hard I could see the outline of it under his pants. He reached and raised my skirt and petti then he let out a long deep sigh seeing my little bump under my black. She thrust back at his penetrations with perfect timing from lots of practice. Such gifts were frequently bestowed for special accomplishments or just because she was horny. An unexpected pregnancy years earlier had taught her about birth control so now fucking was just for fun. She liked lots of fun and many of her male classmates and friends really appreciated that.“Oh I love fucking!” said the college coed. These young men had money and bed skills, both of which she liked to get from them.. Wrapping it around his waist he turned toward the deck.“You coming or not?” he asked. “And leave the clothes inside, just in case it does rain.”Ashley asked Brad privately, “You gonna be okay with this?”“Like I said yesterday,” he replied quietly but not especially convincingly, “if you're having a good time, then I will be too.”Ashley put her mouth closer to Brad's ear and cupped her hand around it, hiding her comment entirely from Jarrad. “With both of you guys hitting on me the way you have. She began to dress more scantily around the house, during her daily routine of work and shopping she wore jeans and average t-shirts. But when she got home she changed into something from her the part of her wardrobe she, quaintly, referred to as the fuck me section. Clothes that were way too slutty for the bar, unless she was swinging around a pole in plastic high heels. She kept them for boyfriends and other lucky individuals. Mostly she donned a huge, baggy muscle shirt coupled with a short.