Not because of the lightning or the thunder, but because of the rain. She loved the way rain felt. The way it sounded. The way it looked. She loved ev...erything about it. When she saw rain she never felt depressed or sad, instead she would feel an overwhelming feeling of peace. That of course had to be because of her mother. Elle Williams had been a generous and somewhat eccentric woman. Everyone in Gray Village had loved her. She was never angry, never afraid. She constantly helped others and. Then she heard Stan. ‘Back off, she is with me!’ Stan pulled Jess to his side. ‘Sorry JP,’ was all she heard as Stan walked her outside. ‘Are you alright Jess?’ Stan wrapped his arms around her, hugging her, holding her head to his chest. His heart raced. A panic had come over him when he saw Steven pressing her into the wall. Jessica looked up at Stan, he had rescued her, protected her. Her mind was still a little unclear, but she suddenly wanted Stan. She wanted Stan to kiss her. Stan looked. She has long dark hair to the small of her back. She walks towards you and you immediately look at the next person on their way in. The next two are males. The first is a young guy with curly brown hair and large arms and the second is an older man with a short gray beard. The older man smiles at you as he joins the group but says nothing knowing he still isn’t aloud to talk. Several various aged and sized people find their way to the beach and also join the group. The 7th or 8th person in is a. They were firm and perky, yet bouncy; perfect teenage tits. Then she bent and slid her shorts down, giving Derek his first unobstructed view of her soaking wet pussy. "Damn, that looks perfect", Derek said and Laney found herself strangely pleased at the praise. She'd never cared one bit if a boy liked how she looked, but maybe that's why she cared now. Derek wasn't a boy, he was a man. A strong and powerful man who knew what he wanted and would take it. And that's why she was sure he would.