It was a very cold night in Madison Wisconsin, and Dillon was wrapped up in a huge blanket strolling through the same boring forums, as he did the nig...t before, and the night before that. His parents had left him and his sister home for the weekend and the thought of being able to do something out of the ordinary was enticing him, but the fact that nothing had come to his mind was haunting him. Dillon was 15 years old. He stood about 6 feet tall and weighed around 140 pounds. His hair, brown. The dress undone to her navel. I met his gaze and slipped the halves apart...the bra neat and girlishly modest."...Do it," Tommy whispered urgently.I hooked a finger beneath the front clasp and unhooked it...softly I lifted one cup away, the other. Her nipples were small and a deep reddish brown."Fuckin' gorgeous," Tom muttered. I looked up at him, his face infused with a manic lust. Without asking he reached down and put his hand over her right breast and them carefully, the left one. He. Her drink came and she wrapped her slender hand out around it and headed my way. Her walk, oh, her walk, let me tell you about her walk. Some women do the exaggerated hip swing with enough umph to knock down walls, or the stab-the-ground-with-your-feet walk. Other women do the mannish swagger, while others have the capabilities to do the infamous and graceful gliding walk that only one-in-one-thousand can do. But this woman, this beautiful creature that was getting closer and closer to me,. When back in the saddle and on our way, Tina came riding back to us fast. She pointed off to the woods before she met us. We started that way as she cut from the road to meet us there. “There are some men ahead. Riding fast this way,” she reported when she was close enough.We stayed hidden in the trees and watched as they came riding by and then passed us. A few minutes later another larger group of men came riding past. We discussed it and decided that we would stay off the road for a while.