"Stop struggling wench" a low husky voice whispered in her ear. Her skin blushed a deep shade of red as she felt her nether regions exposed to the vie...w of all in the tavern. Fleshy fingers worked up between the v of her thighs. A booted foot kicked at her ankle forcing her to spread wider, allowing access for the searching digits.A hand slid around her waist, gripping the flesh, her skirt now in tatters as hands glided across her struggling form. The probing of a finger against her womanhood. They pushed up between her lips. She pushed me away and said I've been pulling my panties out of my pussy all day since lunch. After we ate I cleaned her pussy again and I tried to fuck her after but again I was pushed away. She said jerk that little thing while I shower. I sniffed the panties while I jerked off and again I shot my load into them . This same scenario went on all week and Saturday I told her I wanted to fuck her. She stopped what she was doing and pulled her shorts down then. Soon thin wisps of cum oozed out of her mouth and dripped out of the corners onto her neck and the area of her chest framed by the low-cut notch of her dress.Unexpectedly, Ron pulled his cock out of Rachel’s mouth as the last few streams of cum were shooting out of the tip. They hit Rachel, leaving traces of his release in her hair, on her face and on her dress.Rachel realized what happened. “You bastard. YOU FUCKING BASTARD! Look what you’ve fucking done!”“It’s not my fault, Rachel. I. He was too good-looking, too aware of those good looks. This guy could ruin her. First in the good way, and then, inevitably, in the bad way. Turning to face her fully now, he leaned a thick, hairy forearm on Petie’s impeccably windex-ed bar. He nudged her with his knee, the dark denim rough against the delicate skin of her upper leg, just hard enough to be purposeful. Stef fell for it. As soon as his leg touched hers, she jolted. Instinct pulled her gaze to exactly where he wanted. She.