She was to become his work break.Between carrying heavy loads across the shop, he would stop and bend over and take a long lick the full length of the...crease of her ass - smiling wickedly at her groaning and the struggle for movement of her body - suddenly leaving her to attend to another part of the workshop.He was always watching her from the corner of his eye. He discovered a smooth, rounded wooded dowel that he had carved and sanded several years ago to be used as a fish billy, to club. They went on for a good bit, the tall one having a very strong orgasm then she took the other girl between the legs and gave her everything she could putting her into a rather spectacular orgasm.Now the focus went back to the party atmosphere outside where girls were asked to show their stuff and most if not all did just that.Then, there she was ... Jennifer, in an outfit I don't think I'd ever seen before, a skimpy halter top and a denim skirt. She looked so hot as the guy with the microphone. The young, now slightly horny male caressed his fingers through his hair as he shuddered with terrified excitement. He wanted to just leave – upturn the lock and escape, go home or as far away from Erin as he could, but his body continued to betray him. Slowly, his legs dragged him forward and closer towards her until their bodies locked close together again. ––––––– ‘See? I told you.’ Erin spoke a little normally now, but her words were still as taunting and sultry to the snowy-haired being. She went around the desk and perched on the edge, her long, slim legs swinging freely as she reached down and began stroking him. Her fingers sought out all the right places to turn him on. She knew immediately from the way his pants bulged at the crotch that she was getting through to him."We both seem to want the same thing," he said slowly."And?" Veronica prompted, her fingers lightly working over his crotch. She felt his immediate response beneath the fabric. She knew that all she had to do.