Pulling out his pocket knife; he cut down the front of the blood spotted once-white blouse and also the camisole underneath and pulled them to each si...de revealing Lynette's white lace bra and the bloody wound in her abdomen. Grabbing the bra between the cups; his knife sliced the fabric in two revealing her pale bluish breasts. Lifting Lynette by her shoulder length hair; Carl removed the remnants of the bra,blouse and camisole. Nothing special about her tits; he thought, just average size. He. I noticed she, too was waking. "Good morning," I said, "I think I've been dreaming about you." I pointed down to the bulge that was sticking up from the blanket. "I see," she said. My legs begin to quiver and my heart raced as I felt the weight of her hand caressing my thigh. A gasp escapes my mouth as her hand lingers between my legs and strokes the shaft of my quickly hardening member. Suddenly, my mind races as all inhibition leaves my body. "You can take it out, if you want," I said, or at. She let out a slight moan, and I pulled off her top. Her nipples were so hard and tiny through her bra. I quickly unlatched it and threw it on the floor. I kissed her breasts down to her flat little tummy. Then I pulled off her tiny jean shorts and kissed her heavenly vagina through her cotton panties. She was so warm and I could see that she was getting a little wet. I pulled them up and over her legs and pulled off my shorts and underwear in a frenzy. She looked deeply into my eyes with beams. She would insist that we go with my bike, but I refused to take the bike out. Saying the bike has some mechanical problem, to carry two passengers. The real reason was, I was scared to ride the bike with a passenger, especially Lisa. I already lost someone close to me in an accident which was my fault. I wanted so much to tell her the reason, but I was scared I would lose her if she knew about my past.It was on a warm Sunday afternoon in late August, Lisa and I decided not to go anywhere far.