’ I said, ‘hey, do you reckon I could do a sketch of you. You’re so cute. You’re such a cute little thing’ The girl continued to look at me.... I then got out my sketch pad and started to sketch her in pencil. In the middle of this the girl mimed to ask me if I had a phone number. I shook my head at her and shrugged, then returned to my work on the sketch. Before I could finish it, the young man from before walked over to us. I gave him the thumbs up symbol, then the peace sign, then the o-shaped. Maybe if Rick had been a less skillful lover thesmall voice in her mind, the one that remembered that Ivey's mind was amale mind and not a female mind, would have triumphed. There was a linein the sand and Ivey was slowly and inexorably being pulled towards itand past it by the tug of female sexual ecstasy. Ivey was being roped inand it was Rick pulling that rope, pushing all her buttons, playingAnnie's body like a fine instrument.Rick lowered himself onto her and she felt his dick probing. As he tongue fucked her faster, she began to shake. A climax was nearing. He slid in and out as her hips lifted up to encourage her peak, she gripped her nipples harder than ever and then tipped over the edge of no return. She screamed. ‘Oooohhhhh!’ it came out a lot louder than she had anticipated but milked a second one before there was time to care. Her chest flushed a deep red as she turned around to if anyone saw or heard her. The noises from down below had gone a quiet for a few seconds. " "Should I keep touching you, or would you like to switch to something else." "I'm not sure. I've never been a big fan of hand jobs, but I can feel how years of guitar playing has paid off." In a playful gesture of an answer she pops the button on my cut offs, and slides down my zipper. I'm not wearing anything underneath. The fullness of my engorged manhood pops out into the hot summer air, but her hands are cool and wet from the ice. She grabs the pole of hot tanned meat with.