She looked like a girl who knew what she wanted."What's in it for me?" I moved my head back to look her in the eyes. Our eyes met and she grabbed my c...ck through my jeans, gently massaging it to life. "How's this for starters?" She shouted, her mouths coy grin. "That'll do" I replied putting my hand between her legs, gently rubbing her through her skirt.She bit her lip and took my beer, downing it in one swift motion. "That'll do" she mimicked. Her hand never left my cock, now cradling its full. "That should do," the second man muttered more to himself than to his companion. As he spoke he bent and picked up the empty water-skin and then he slung it from his belt."Good," the first voice replied with impatience. "Let's get going then, for we've wasted too much time already with that dog. Besides I sense that Allah will answer my prayers tonight and I want to find out if I'm right."The second man guffawed at that, but he kept his mouth shut. Instead he stood on the shore by the boat,. She was scared of them being an old couple before they had the chance to be young and free, she was scared of his need for her constant closeness, his clinginess, his need to be with her at all times of the day and most of all, she was scared of the direction that her very own thoughts were taking her. Those sly looks she got and gave to other girls in the school changing rooms after sports day. Those thoughts were the reason she became friendly with Melissa Burton and Melanie Bishop and had. I took hold behind her knees and pulled her legs open and pushed them over her head. The view was amazing; unlike anything I had ever seen.Her hips were no wider than the width of my head; if I had used my hands to circle her waist, thumb and index finger would have easily meet. I looked up and she was looking at me with open mouth; I knew she was scared, but the look was also wanton; “eat me” her eyes screamed. Keeping our gaze fixed my tongue touched her clit; she moaned and I withdrew and.