She watched herself and giggled quietly watching her firm breast bounce slightly up and down as she stroked her hair. She kept her pubic hair, the co...or of which was a shade darker then the hair on her head, cut short. Her fingers found their way into her moist slit and lightly touched her clit. She shuddered as she looked back at herself from the mirror, standing there, touching herself. “I am ready for some partying tonight. I hope I can get laid tonight as well.” She thought to. Then slowly I moved to the curtain exit. I came out and saw the stranger walking back to his seat. I asked Ana if she was right. She replied she was fine, but she had a hard breathing.Another five minutes passed and I could not stand any more. I had to choose, either to go and pee and leave her alone with those two strangers obviously waiting for another chance with her, or take her home and stand her protesting for the lack of sex…I decided finally go to pee.I didn't looked back to see what. We've been down to the beach a couple of times now. We lay behind one of the beach huts and it was very romantic. We did a lot of kissing, and I did let him properly touch my puki on our second date. I must say it felt very nice, and I guess if he'd tried to give it to me, I might have given in. I suppose he's just as shy and unsure as I am though. I know I'm his first girlfriend. Although we only started dating a few months ago, I've known him and his family a long time now. And I've had a. It was then that he turned her over. Preston wore a black ski mask but the clothes he was wearing easily would blend into a crowd. A charcoal gray suit, black tie, matching pants. Typical office attire. None of it reminded her of anyone she knew. His hands worked slowly unstringing the belt that held her dress around her slim hips. She watched her shirt being pulled up over her head and saw how he lingered over the tiny mounds of flesh pertly offered up to be visually raped.His hands were rough.