I am not the type of girl who could walk into a place like that and act is if she were queen, snap the pic and then leave. I am the exact opposite ...really. I'm the type to shy away from attention, the type to go unnoticed, and that was my plan as I was going in. It was a summer morning, and at the insistence of my friends, I wore a black pleated skirt, white tank top, green hoodie and flip flops. I know, always the fashion queen. Libby had given me her own digital camera with a. " No, not really, it just looks like any other river; not really a big deal."I remember the first trip I made with my Dad. I was just as excited as Bill was now. I had studied the mighty Mississippi in school, seen pictures showing this huge body of water, at some places close to a mile wide. I was so disappointed when we actually crossed over it. The river appeared to be about half a mile wide but in the middle of the city did not seem very impressive. What was more interesting was that we. One hand of his crept down to her wet pussy, feeling for that sensitive button, he touched it and she moaned again, his fingers worked their magic on her little clitty, it seemed to grow beneath his touch as his fingers rubbed gently. She felt her first orgasm, as it built deep inside her, starting at the top of her legs and creating a fire in her belly, the hot water cascaded down causing their skin to go red as he pumped into her, she came. Her breathing became shallow and her legs turned. She was right, almost an hour later here she came across the parking lot. She hiked up her skirt and sat down on her side of the car bare pussy on the seat. Ahhh, thank you for haveing the AC on..my pussy is on fire. I asked whats wrong? she said drive and I'll talk. Well the bar back was a young boy she said and he couldn't hang in there, once she ran her finger up his ass he shot his load in her. She was pissed because she still wanted to fuck, he told her he had a buddy working there too and.