He noticed me looking at him, noticing too my semi-erect penis. I felt embarrassed, but couldn’t hide my body’s reaction. “Do you like looking a... me?” I nervously laughed, and tried to apologise. “I do indeed,” I replied.“Maybe you need some help with that,” he said, looking at my growing erection. Without hesitation, I replied, “Maybe I do.” Walking over to me, he took my hardening penis in his hand, grasping it firmly. I trembled as he moved his hand slowly up and down my shaft. I couldn’t. And then I said it. “I’ll do anything!” I plead. “Just don’t show them to anyone else.” Little did I know what I just did. “So you’ll do anything?” One of them asked. “Yes, just don’t show them to anyone else” I pleaded. “Okay then, pick up the photos from the ground with your mouth then!” one said. I began to crawl across the ground to each picture and as I bent closer to pick each up, I could hear the familiar click and motor of the camera, and then would see another picture drop to the. .. " Miranda continued gently pedaling her fingertips against Karen's upper wall within, occasionally letting the tip of her fingernail drag into the soft, warm flesh. "Come on," she coaxed. "I want to hear you say it so badly, Karen. Say it for me." Karen's face turned a deep crimson as she closed her eyes and turned her head away. In a soft voice, she relented, "I want you to fuck me, Miranda." The words hung in the air like a prayer. They echoed through both women's ears, an utterance. Some Dierks Bentley started streaming through the truck and it made her smile. Ronnie turned it down a little and asked her what she wanted to see. After explaining to him that she didn’t know what there was to see he told her he would take care of it. He showed her the new restaurant the old school that closed down a bridge they had built last year and finally he wanted to take her to the cliff that over looked the town. They drove around some back roads that wound through the woods and.