When she looked down at the boy, with little black curls coming out of his baseball hat and a wide grin, she suddenly exhaled and laughed. He hung his... head down and looked away, but when he gazed back up, he saw that she had begun to take her pretty, little fingers and tweak those pink nipples. He felt himself growing hard against his dirty jeans. She took her finger to her mouth and began to move it in and out and then took it out and circled her tongue around the red painted tip. Suddenly she. Then she was proven horribly wrong, the walls of her slot clamped down around the steely spire, so hard she gripped it, stars danced in her vision. With a low groan, her body tensed up, a clear geyser of her musky fluid erupting from her yawning pussy lips, spraying all over the bed and darkening her sheets. Her mind went haywire with the fireworks of pleasure crackling in her gray matter from the forced orgasm. It was the first time she had squirted and once those floodgates opened, her pussy. "Of course, Rebecca," he answered. "Most of my music is classical. You might try some Beethoven."She disdained the haunting, sensuous strains and deep, passionate bass chords of the Master."Have you any Bach?" she asked."Possibly," he replied, appearing a little disappointed. "Look through them."She found one and started it up. She turned up the sound and the passionless mathematical precision filled the passenger compartment.She looked out the window and they were headed out of the city, to. Smooth here, trying to change the subject."It's about ten. Why, do you have to go?" No. I should probably go home and get some clean clothes, but I don't have anything planned for the weekend. What'd you have in mind?" Nothing special, just bum around. Maybe a picnic or something?" Okay, why don't we go over to my place and I'll get changed, then we can head out from there." Then I suppose I should get some clothes on, huh?" Welll," I joked, leering at her T-shirt, "Only if you insist."She.