I didn't want to go back, ever. I wanted to free that b**st and get it inside of me first. But he had other things in mind. I stopped fondling his coc... and reached down to pull off my jeans and panties. My panties were so wet that they were sticking to my pussy. I actually had to peel off my panties rather then take them off and I threw them onto the chair, on top of the rest of my clothing. He smiled happily at me, slid off the bed and got on his knees then told me to come towards him. Once. Besides it sounds like she is a runaway. What do you think?”Miles then said, “You may have something there with the runaway thing. There may be a way you could help her.” They brought their cart up to the check-out counter and Miles paid for everything and when they got into the SUV he continued their private conversation and said, “You know Rugrat you could help the young girl but I would have to ask you a very personal question.”Amy said, “If I can help that poor girl I will try.”Miles. Okay. What is the safest thing here? Should I just stay in the car and hope if someone stops, they are not a serial killer? Or should I start walking and hopefully find a house or business with someone inside to help? Both options have risks. I count to ten, taking some deep breaths, trying to listen to my instincts. Then, I open my car door and start walking the dark road, looking for help. I feel a strong push to do this. And my feet pick the direction. It doesn't take long for the pouring. “I should have cleared the grass first.”Claire shucked her panties, exposing her untrimmed mound to the open air. “You’ll remember next time.”Kyle lay down and dove in nose first. “Will I?” His black tresses mingled with her dark and curlies.Claire leaned back, balancing on her palms. Her moist haven leaked onto Kyle’s lips as he teased her swelling clit with his nostrils. She widened her brown thighs to give Kyle a better angle. “That’s the way I like it.”…"Oh my gosh," I gasped from our.