They couldn't stop. She was that good looking. What? Sure, I'll describe her. She's tall, like a volleyball player, with brown hair, the kind with nat...ral gold highlights in it. She's slim too. Her breasts aren't really all that big, maybe thirty-sixes, but because she's so tall and slim, they look big. She has those pale nipples, set on pale areolas, the kind it's hard to see, which just makes you want to get closer. What? No hair down there. None at all. It made me hard just looking at those. In the van, he cast an evil eye at me.“I’m sorry, Doug,” but I had to do something so people watching would get a sense of the power of this storm. I’d do it again, but next time I’ll set it up with you. OK?”“Not if it puts your pretty butt in danger,” he replied protectively.“My pretty butt is covered up with foul weather gear,” I said. “You can’t tell whether it’s pretty or has warts all over it.”“It’s pretty,” he said flatly. “I peeked before you covered it up with all that rain gear.”We. This was sensual and slow. His finger slipped in past my barrier. His other finger slid easily into my pussy making my ass relax enough for him to sink his finger into the hilt. He kept licking and sliding his fingers out of both my holes til I was close to orgasm. He slid another finger into my ass, letting me get used to the feeling.He reached for the lube sitting on the bedside table, his two fingers buried in my ass, he trickled the lube down my crack and onto his fingers, easing them in. “Wait, are you a virgin?” He looks at me, surprised as if he just figured me out.“Yeah,” I look down, ashamed. His finger brings my head up to look in my eyes. “Hey baby, Don’t be embarrassed. We can stop if you want… or we can continue,” he finishes with a smirk.“I want to continue,” I state quietly. “Tell me if I need to stop, okay?” he says sternly. He looks over my face. I nod my head.“No, I need you to use your words.” “Okay, I’ll tell you if you need to stop.” He leans in and smashes our.