"WANNA CHECK MY OIL MISTER?" she smiled as she proped up her high-heeled foot on the seat of his bench and tugged up her skirt to give him a close-up view of her Harley tattoo and labia rings. "GO Ahead, DIP YOUR STICK IN MY SLICK PUSSY"she laughed, wagging her pierced tongue as her breasts dropped out from under the negligee exposing her ring-pierced nipples. The man said nothing, just staring in disbelief with his jaw dropped open at the sight of lewd tenager's ultra-sexy body displayed so openly and lewdly in broad daylight. "WHAT'S WRONG, RING GOT YOUR TONGUE?" she laughed as she looked back over her shoulders at the man in the car behind her who was obviously enjoying the sight of her tattooed bare ass just hanging out plain as day in the middle of the gas station. "GO Ahead, PUT YOUR FINGER IN A RING AND TUG IT," she laughed. "IT WON'T BITE YOU!" she teased. "CLICK, CLICK, CLICK," went Bill's camera as he photographed the scene with the unsuspecting old man. "LA DE DA" Cindy hummed as her high heels went "CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP, CLIP-CLOP" as she strutted across the gas station island and out Brunette Hardcore into the sunlight towards the rest rooms all the way to the far side of the property as Bill fired photo after photo of her daring exhibition. As she returned, she rolled and jerked her shoulders sloshing her big soft melons BDSM back and forth as she trotted like a pony for the camera. "I'M A PONY GIRL!" she laughed as she held back her shoulders and trotted about the pumps, high-stepping her knees as her breasts began flopping and slamming on her ribcage as she galloped about. "ARE YOU GETTING THIS?" she asks Bill to be sure his blowjob camera was capturing her antics working as she trotted in place. "Did you enjoy that baby?" I was asked to bend down and to grip my foot thumb with my forefingers. For ages nothing happened; I was waiting for Ryan to jump on top of me and fuck me silly but it never happened. Maybe later I’ll bring a rubber and we can fuck properly.” How could she spend time before the canvas and paint something of lasting beauty if she was always following in her brother's wake? In my mind's eye, I started over. He heard her rustling around underneath the leaves. She began riding my cock while vibrating her clit. As the knot went in, I pulled back, only to have Charlie snarl, “Yes!” She pressed herself back onto my cock, swallowing the knot again, but this time her hole seemed to close around me, and I stopped thrusting. "Uh, may I?" he asked Hardcore shakily. I made her stand in blowjob front of me. I turned her around and unzipped her dress. Only four hours a day though on weekends and in the afternoon, if possible.” Then, he set the bar on the overhead rest above him. “So you’re happy with the neighbours seeing me naked?” I wanted to say no, not wanting to take my girlfriend into danger, but what choice did I have? She scrambled to her feet, pushed the book at him, turned and hurried out of the library. I also promised to swallow every drop of cum Brunette he sprayed down my throat. My own two play partners have also fallen asleep, although Sharon has moved her head off my chest and onto a pillow. on it. I’m going to turn you into a piece of meat.” Her mother was never invited to join, but she was. I kept up the in and out motion. The gigs were great, well sometimes people stopped yelling long enough for us to hear ourselves play, but after two or three twenty minute sets, then dismantling everything and loading the van the evening seemed to be gone, but usually I was home before Angie put in an appearance in the early hours, after an evening in the bar then on to an expensive nightclub with her "Friends." then she would be belting out pop songs in completely the wrong key in that high soprano voice of hers, the sort that smashes wine glasses and kills rats at fifty paces. One night as Adam was about to reach his fiftieth birthday he had a chance encounter with one of the women that he had had a short relationship with, for about five months, and he was about to put his theory to the test. “It’s not often that I’m caught off my guard, my queen.” I mused, sniffing the air, “Are you wearing a special fragrance, or are you simply BDSM an apparition?” She followed him, on her knees to the bed.