She still was taller than me and she used that as a way to get closer to my face. Her lips tasted like roses, memories of the first fuck flooded my mi...d and I let everything go. Roughly, I grabbed her head and shoved my tongue into her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip. Megan’s hands were on my ass, helping to lift me up a bit. We would have gone further but it wasn’t going to fly doing it here.“Get in the car!” I demanded, she obeyed.Jumping in I revved the engine and we went off somewhere to. He was very tan and was in great shape probably from many miles of riding his bike.As I watched him get off him bike and push it up through the crowd, I noticed his shorts had a nice bulge in them. I can't possible tell you here how good his cock looked pressed in his bike shorts. I think he had a plan for people to notice this because his cock was pulled to one side and pulled so it laid down his leg so perfectly and tight and very noticeable. I could not take my eyes off of him as he moved. Doris assured me that it was going to be fine. I walked with her to the passenger side and opened the door. Slipping into the supple leather seat, her dress slid up to mid-thigh. Closing the door I went around and slipped into my seat. Starting the car she asked me to retract the roof since it was a beautiful day. After doing so, we headed out. She told me we were going to San Antonio to celebrate my birthday. ‘I… I… I can’t, my mother….’ Before I could say anything else, she told me that she. As soon as she left the tracks and entered the orchard she heard footsteps. She turned to see three Mexicans walking quickly up behind her. Frightened by the thought of what they wanted, she started to run, dropping her precious award plaque, but she couldn’t stop and pick it up. “This can’t be happening,” she thought as she ran as fast as she could. Her parents had warned her about walking home alone through the orchards, but she had been so excited, and nothing had ever happened before..