I then take her by the hand and guide her down the little path that leads to an area with a flat rock. I sit her down next to me on the rock and then...wrap my arm around her while holding hands with her. We exchange lustful gazes as she says "oohhh you're a cuddly one". I then kiss her passionatly on the lips and our embrace moves from being tender to lustfilled. My hands now carressing every inch of her sexy body through her clothes. My cock now hard and bulging inside my pants as we. She had short shoulder length hair, like myself. And although she was a brunette, I was digging the curly waves of her hairstyle. I had wanted to change it for a while. Dying it was actually my first option, but remembering Chris’s comments about loving my black hair color, I decided against that choice. But the chance of adding curls to it was definitely exciting. And with my “driving lesson” with Chris tonight, I thought it would be a pleasant surprise. So with that in mind, I bolted for the. I went to a stall and pulled down the tight biker shorts to my knees. Whew..just made it. The place smelled awful. NO ventilation. Windows closed. Hot. Dirty. Floor looked filthy. Wondered if it had ever been cleaned. I didn't care, actually, as I had to do my thing. Wouldn't matter if I missed the toilet, either. The door openned and I heard voices. Laughing. The door closed. Within seconds, I find I am wearing some kind of black bag over my head.Hands quickly secured behind my back, unable to. "And why does this remind you of that?"Ben trailed his finger idly around the empty plate on the table. "I was young, full of attitude." He was full of attitude then? "I had no colours. First thing I did was walk into a bar just like this and piss off the biggest Rott-wheeler you've ever seen."Lara leaned forward, intrigued. It was easy for her to picture the scene. Ben would have been younger, less weathered. His eyes would have all the fire that they did now but none of the wisdom. She could.