The jeans I couldn't figure out unless she had marks on her legs that would show with shorts on. Damn! I bet that was it.There had to be over thirty t...ere in that one group. I counted fifteen-football jerseys in the one group and I already seen about ten other people wearing them. I watched as Ralph tried to kiss her neck, she would let him while she looked around to see if anyone was watching, if someone was watching she shook him off. When they thought they were ok, he would get behind her. An instant later, I could feel his cock on my tummy, and sensed him moving downward to get into position again. I snuggled into the blanket in anticipation of his next move. Presently, his cock met my hair and dropped into position. Once again, I reached down to guide it into place, feeling my bottom dripping wet again. This time, Matt did not hesitate. The moment he sensed he had it in the right place, he drove it into the hilt. I thrust my bottom up to meet him, feeling the tingly. Ryan gave him a glance. ‘Seriously? He has too much time on his hands.’ ‘He’s run for office several times as a Democrat—’ ‘Another reason to vote anarchist.’ ‘Hey,’ Edward laughed, ‘Robert Byrd was a Democrat, and a Klansman. If the white hood fits—’ Ryan rolled his eyes. ‘So, that’s it?’ ‘Well, he hates the country because it tolerates gays—’ ‘I’m Catholic. I tolerate gays insomuch as they don’t hit on me too often.’ Edward arched a brow. ‘That’s a problem for you?’ he asked dryly. ‘You’d be. He was babysitting me and Trish," she said. Trish being her younger sister. "I would be sitting on his lap in my PJ's and he touch me." Did you like him doing that?" I asked, my mouth suddenly dry."Oh, yes," she said. "I've always liked my breasts being touched." Did he do it often?" I asked."Oh, yes," she said. "Every time he babysat us he would undo my top and touch me." And how old were you the first time?" I asked."12," she said.The dirty old man, I mused. Ok, now for the biggie."Who took.