She said, not really Baby, I'm only going up the street. OK, i said, but then it started to pour, I waved at her and she nodded her head yes. My co...k started to get happy. She ran and got in my van. I smiled, said my name was ,Bill and where was she going? My name is charlotte she said and i live up the street. I looked her over and my dick started to get hard. She had nice, big tits and her legslooked good. her thighslooked edible! She asked what was i up too aand I said nothing. A middle-aged guy had also just pulled up on the other side and began filling up his truck. Cheryl retrieved her purse and pulled out her credit card. Michelle reached across and stopped her before she got out. “Hey, I dare you to pump gas in the nude.”“Oh c'mon, let's just get home.”Rachel chimed in. “Cheryl, just do it. Give that old guy a thrill.”“What if he's a creep and tries something?”“Don't worry.” Michelle offered, “It'll be fun and we're here. I've got my mace if he tries. My new friend continues thrusting with her hips, causing her short skirt to ride right up her tights, but she doesnt try to touch my erection with her fingers — to my relief. Instead, wherever I run my hands, whether up her back, down her spine, or across her bum, she copies me like a bad girl. Being touched like this feels amazing. Why did I spend the last three years worrying about my hard-ons embarrassing some sweet girlie innocent? Im suddenly over the moon. I like bad girls. My pricks. On the other hand, Raymond was sort of mystery in that he seemed to be in a world of his own only reflecting the magnetic personality of his co-worker in almost every category. He had unkempt two or three day stubble of beard on his face all the time and his hair was most unruly. I had this almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and put his hair into order and cut off some of the hair from his nose and his ears to make him more presentable in mixed company. He was taller than John and he had a.