. we find a tree withsome shade and spread our stuff out, and l begin to rummage through my bag looking for something to munch on... you place your ha...d on the top of the back... as I turn around to look at you, you press yourlips to mine and push me back down onto my back... straddling my hips, sliding your hands down over my breasts, pinning me down onto the ground... continuing the kiss, sliding my hands over your butt,pushing my hands under the top of the bikini bottoms, cupping both of. Larry was not quite as tall and broad as Mick but still a very fine looking specimen of a man. He looked to be around 40, full head of black hair and sharp green eyes. He appeared very smooth and lean in his t-shirt and shorts. Larry took Ben with him and gave him a tour of the house. It was a beautiful house with a large ultra-modern kitchen and the living room in addition to a big family room a completely finished basement with a Cinema sized big screen TV. Both Larry and Mick declared that. Once I was sitting in the cool water, mom started filling a sponge and then squeezing it over my shoulders, letting it run over my underdeveloped chest and down my skinny back. Even now, I can remember how good the cool water felt against my hot skin. Then mom put her hand behind my neck and lowered me back until I was lying in the tub, with just my head above the surface. Mom stayed with me as I lay in the water, dabbing my forehead with the wet sponge, and making sure that I didn’t slip. “No,” he said softly, taking her hands in his, “this is for you.” He sat back on his heels and looked at the girl stretched out in front of him. Her body wasn’t perfect by magazine standards. She wasn’t bone thin. She had curves. Her breasts weren’t implant firm, but beautifully natural. Her stomach wasn’t as toned and flat as some of the girls that came onto him, some of the groupies that were inevitable being in a band, but she was real. She was natural. He loved that. He thought she was the.