Then there were the times she liked things rough. This seemed to be a sexual fetish of hers, and so I decided to give her more of what she obviously c...aved. I began by slowly breaking our kiss and working my way down her centerfold-like body. When I reached her waist, I unbuttoned her painted-on jeans and began peeling them down her long legs. When they were down to her knees I felt her hands on my shoulders as I bent my face to her honey pot, pulled her red G-string aside and drove my tongue. Dress accordingly"It was the note she'd been waiting for what seemed like ages. Her heart thundered in her chest as she waited, checking and rechecking her watch: 2:58, and he still wasn't there. She shivered a little in the winter sun, but the cold had little to do with it; this would be her first session in ages, and she ached for his brutal ministrations. She selfconsciously smoothed the little plaid skirt and tank top over her voluptuous curves, irritatedly buffing a dull spot on her clunky. We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Ted gets the bus fixed. It wasn't his fault about the crash. The brakes worked okay when we left. Scoutmaster Ted said that with a bus that old, you have to expect something to break down; that's probably why he can't get insurance.We think it's a super bus. He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the bumpers. It gets pretty hot with 45 people in a bus made for 24. He let us take turns riding in the trailer. Rose's hands went down her jumpsuit, expertly unbuttoning herself. She pulled the top apart, exposing her breasts to the cold air of the ship. Only she wasn't cold. The suit underneath was keeping her frustratingly hot. There was no terrified gasp from the men though, and looking down at herself she realized why. Somehow, the mysterious liquid had either made itself transparent, or become so thin against her own skin that she couldn't see it. She knew it was there though. She could feel it. She.