Charlene's stunning good looks and her somehow aloof aura literally scared off most of the boys her own age. To be sure, there were always guys who ca...e up to her on the street and made blunt suggestions."Hey ba-BEE! How'd you like to get your pussy sucked, sweet tits?"She ignored the man in the hardhat standing knee-deep in a street excavation and kept right on walking. Sure, there were guys that came on to her. But they always came on to her like animals.Too bad, too; he was kind of cute.No,. Her lips are thin; she’s wearing lip gloss, not lipstick. Her chin is narrow and pointed. Her hair is cinnamon-colored and medium length. It comes to just above the collar, it’s wavy and combed back away from her face.I started to feel like a dirty old man. I was nearly sixty, and I’m staring at her like a lovestruck teenager. Yeah, I was a teenager, but I didn’t identify as one yet. It was weird. I saw her, and it was electric. But I kept thinking I’m way too old for her.After a slight delay,. I pulled open her dress and grabbed her boobs which by now were heaving up and down with her deepening breaths. I felt something on my had and looked up. It was the dirty old man trying to grab a piece of her tits. Lucy noticed it too and she pushed my hand away to make room for the dirty old man. My eyes were transfixed to his hands caressing Lucy's 36D globes. Then 2 pairs of hands came over her shoulder from the 2 guys who had moved behind her and they too were looking for tits. Lucy grabbed. Strip, she responded, matter-of-factly. We all looked at each other to see who would raise an objection, but much to my surprise, no one did – not even me. Well, then, I asked how do we decided who strips? After all, there were 3 losers to every hand. Sarah paused, then put an empty wine bottle on the table. The winner of the hand, she slurred spins the bottle. Whoever it lands on, strips. It seemed fun enough. I looked to my left and saw Dee smiling with what could only be described as.