I was the resident solo artiste at the local beach front bar for the holiday season. I had seen them come in every night and sit at the back of the ro...m. They were devout listeners to my songs. I don’t think they missed a word of any one of them. Last night the young girl came up to me as I was packing my guitar away and introduced herself. Hi she said. I’m Jessica. My mother would like you to join us for a drink before they close the bar I looked over to the mother and decided right away it. So stay hidden behind this truck and we’ll be out of their way so they probably won’t see or bother us. Set up the camera to get a good view over the back of the truck and secure it to the truck so any more gas tanks going off won’t knock it over.” The two trainee camera operators get busy with that and the young woman with the sound gear sets it up to start recording their environment plus anything the reporter says.Turning to the reporter Tom says, “Keep your voice calm and start reporting. The moment I could speak I told him to take as long as possible adding that I needed fucking long and hard. When I finally got the chance ten minutes later I begged for his dick inside me and he knelt between my legs, rubbing his dick across my wet little hole. As he teased me I reminded him to take his time, make it last as long as he could and he agreed he would. I had my arse hanging off the edge of the sofa, holding my legs wide apart and watching his dick as it teased my hole. Even though. Standing her next to the bed, he released his grip and placed his hands on her shoulders, sliding a finger under each of the straps of her dress and slipping them off. He pulled the dress down and let it fall to the floor, exposing the bare skin of her belly. He knelt and removed the dress as she stepped out of it one foot at a time. He then lifted each foot and slipped off her shoes before running his hands up the outsides of her legs, feeling the curve of her calves, thighs, hips. Still.