Then two of us pulled her shirt over her head. She stood up and turned to face the bar.With a little encouragement she dropped her hands to her sides ...for a couple of seconds and then covered up again before sitting back down. She quickly pulled her t-shirt back over her head. A few more dares were made and another round was bought and then it was the “flashers” turn to make a dare.She looked at me with a devilish grin, grabbed a napkin and quickly wrote something on it before sliding it over to. I closed my eyes and grabbed my hard cock and I thought about her as I jacked my dick. I relived her burning kisses and the feeling of her silky teenage body pressed against mine made slippery by the soap. I recalled pushing my hard cock inside her and the soft moaning sound she made as I entered her hot and wet tunnel. Suddenly another desire took hold of me and I grabbed my cellphone. Hearing her voice would make this masturbation session even better, and to my delight, it was answered on the. I closed my eyes, missing the feel of a brush in hand, a piece of canvas before me. Katriana’s smiling face appeared in my mind, my mother and father holding her. The urge to paint her had built and built over the last year.But fugitives did not have the time to spend in one place working on an oil painting. The best I could do was sketch her in charcoal.And my sketchpad lay in the tent.Zanyia moaned louder, Ava’s smaller gasps echoing.The vines that grew up my left leg and spilled over my hip. She had anticipated (correctly) that he would be horny. As he stepped off of the telepad, she rose, perfect breasts jiggling, and said in a slutty voice, “Would Master like some pleasure from his slave?” His cock becoming hard with anticipation, Alec started stroking his hand through her hair. He grabbed a large handful of it, and forcefully led her over to his bed. Alec threw her down onto it, and asked in a tough voice, “What do you want, slave?” “Oh Master,” she moaned, “Please give your.