This meant there was ample area for some decoration. Its original green colour had long been augmented by grey primer around the guards, sills and bon...et. On the sides I had painted 'Black Sabbath Birmingham Rocks'in large black gothic script. It was the sort of thing you did in those days.Needless to say, it made the van somewhat distinctive. Upon reflection it wasn't the most tactfully illustrated vehicle to take to a Christian camp.The Volvo had a considerable height advantage over us and. Wearing a school sweater the guy was known as a hardcore partier.Sebbun wore red spaghetti halter top with tight jean shirts which showed off her gorgeous legs. On her feet wear platform sandals that gave her an extra inch or two.Stacy remembered his name was Miguel and that a lot of the girls in her sorority had hooked up with him in the past. From what they told her the guy was pretty cool and definitely smooth when it came to getting you into bed.Curious Stacy watched as Sebbun played the. As a finger traced between her pouty cunt-lips, Cindy squirmed on the seat and gazed out the window.Cindy was getting herself turned on. She forced her hand away from her cunt-crack and leaned back on the seat, knowing that readjusting to life with her parents, life as a good girl, was going to be as tough as she'd imagined.They were home three hours later.Cindy unpacked her belongings, forced herself to sit through lunch with her parents, then told them that she was going out for a. "Anywhere you want." I responded. "Your choice." He said as he pulled the car into gear, put his foot down on the pedal, and the car jolted forward, heading to the spot where I was sure to get a good fucking. 20 mins later... The car jumped and jolted as the van drove deeper into the barren woods, where surley no one is going to find us. Even though we're out in the middle of nowhere, secluded to all possible roots to populated areas, this black man kept looking back and forth and left to.