It could take the right smile, the right words, the right way to make her feel… wanted, needed, understood, or simply to have the right looks… One...week or two, sometimes even one day or two and the affair simply… Pops! and one day the two people that were supposed to be friends at the most end up fucking delightfully in the most awkward places at the oddest hours. There are other times… When the affair needs time… When it needs dozens of attempts, where the girl is trying wit all her might to. " Does he know how lucky he is to have you for a girl friend?" He won't be lucky if he doesn't learn to make me come like he should, 'cause I'll be looking for a new boyfriend pretty darn soon if he doesn't." I wouldn't think you would have much trouble finding some willing candidates." Some of the best ones already have girlfriends, but there are a couple I guys I've had my eye on. Maybe I'll suck their cocks when I get a chance, then they might want to take me out so they can fuck me." You. Matt was emboldened by the thought that his daughter either hadnt noticed or hadnt cared about his touch. At 40 years old it had been a long time since he had felt the taught body of a teenage girl or fondled such firm breasts, and his body ached with sexual desire. That his desires were for his own daughter only heightened his arousal. Matt stole a glance at Annas breasts and was stunned to see her hard nipples very clearly stretching out the lycra shirt. He couldnt stand it, he needed to. She glanced up at Kenny. "This brassiere's got some mud on it too," she said boldly, her blue eyes locked with his iron gray ones. Neither budged. Moving quickly, Beth Ann reached her hands to her shoulders and unfastened the tiny buckles that held the cloth in place.The campsite was as quiet as a empty grave as Beth Ann tossed the brassier aside. She stood half-naked before the men, the soft pale flesh of her bosoms graceful and delicately indecent. Each breast was tipped with a thick red.