He was probably in his mid fifties, abit older than what I was looking for, but otherwise was a good fit. Iwas in no position to be picky.It was now o... never, I unbuttoned my jacket, hiked up my skirt and withmy heart pounding started the car drove right up to where he was,opened the passenger side window and said, "Excuse me sir, do you knowwhere Oak st. is?"He stuck his head in the window and what he saw was cleavage, thigh,blond hair and red lips. He replied, "Sorry Miss, I don't."I handed. As Jim’s body comes down again he pulls my hands making me slip and fall on his chest“Hey” Tony calls behind me as he slips out of me “Sorry man” Jim calls back lifting me up and moving off the sofa to sit on the arm rest that I was just kneeling on, his cock slides into me, his mouth claiming mine. As he pulls back out he orders Tony to sit down on the arm rest and pushes me towards him, as Tony pulls me up and slides back into me he throws his head back in pleasure“Hold her still” Jim says. I'm glad you love my breasts." What a bold thing to say!After admiring me like that for some minutes, he knelt in front of me. His eyes were now glued to my crotch where my small semi-transparent hot pants were covering my vagina. First his hand started caressing my bare hips and bare tummy all the way down to the edge of my hot pants, which was at the beginning of my pubic mound.Caressing me close to my pubic area, he said, "Joy, you have a lovely body, lovely hips, narrow waist, flat tummy.. "Tony W. Fletcher, Fashion Photographer," the dark-haired youth tapped his tanned, well-muscled chest, looking vastly amused at the attractive young blonde's self-conscious confusion. "And when I make the effort I actually look quite respectable enough to impress the good citizens of Brunrocke, Indiana. Come on in."Before she knew quite what was happening, Sandi Smith found herself being led back up the cement steps and into a dimly lit, very narrow hallway. To the left was a steep flight of.