As Jean went amongst the many men looking at magazineson racks, I bought a ton of video booth tokens, hopingfor the best. When I walked towards her, I...saw the menstaring at her, looking at her body, wondering why shewas there. She seemed not to notice them as she pagedthrough an issue of Barely Legal. When she saw me, sheshowed me a picture of two very young girls, hardly anytits at all, kissing each other deeply. It was a sexypicture.Jean continued looking through the mags, browsing withall. I threw her on the bed and pounced on her started biting the hard nipples while my hands were on the breasts and hips. Her curves were making me crazy as well. She smelled so good and it turned me on.She removed my shirt and pant and I was in my boxers now. She pulled my hand to her pussies inside her shorts. Both my hands were rubbing the panties without removing it. It was damn wet and I started kissing her with one hand on the breast and the other on the pussy.I removed the shorts and she. My biker moves closer and I feel his cock touch me. I am looking at the ceiling, trying to memorize the ceiling tiles. He enters me easily. I marvel at how loose I am now, just two weeks after being a virgin. He slides into me slowly. I feel myself open to him but there is no pain associated with it. I just lay there as he slides in and out slowly. I can tell he is trying to be gentle. I chuckle a little to myself. Here I am spread open on a pool table in a biker house and the guy. "I did not appear in the Globe's spread on "most daring beachwear", something I later found out pleased management no end. My television persona was wholesome tending on the daring only a wee bit, but never to excess; I was someone a teenage girl could imitate without alarming their mothers.When I learned that I had a secret laugh. Most mothers of teenagers would be horrified to see me at that new Year's Eve party.Now it wasn't all just sitting around in the sun. I had some reading to do, and.