I wandered around little tent covered booths run by a variety of Craft Merchants and non-profit groups. Sand blasted wine bottles in one, jewelry in a...nother, wool clothing from Peru, and masks and carvings from Africa. Here was a face painter, there a woman in a traditional Somali dress doing very delicate scroll work on a young woman’s arm, and at the end of the row, an artificial climbing wall. For a dollar, I could have thrown three very ripe tomatoes at head sticking through a plywood. Mark went up the stairs he could hear nobody following and felt safe he went to the roof café which was always quiet, on the roof Mark saw 16 year old Mandy was working in the café on her own she was wearing her normal body hugging skirt and baggy top. Mark got a coke and sat down. Mandy started to clear the table near him Mark watched and got a surprise when Mandy leaned forward he saw down her top and got a good look at her boobs, Mandy stood up as she did she dropped a glass breaking it she. I could feel the heat radiating off of her young body and see the flush in her cheeks. I put my palms flat on either one of her thighs and moved them sensually up the tanned, toned flesh that was there. Serena bit her lip, her eyes glued to my hands and the movements they made. I traced the edge of her bikini bottoms teasingly, going around her leg and up to the waistband, around the other leg and back again. The dampness of her pussy juices was soaking through the flimsy material. The moist. He dipped his hands softly between her thighs, spreading her legs wider as he knelt between them, his face within breath-touch of her pussy. Her hole opened welcomingly as he pushed her apart, and he could see the juicy shine of her arousal in the lamplight. He breathed in her scent deeply, the heady musk again making his cock twitch towards her. Oh god, for a taste of that sweetness! He looked up at her. She was still smiling.He stared at her opened pussy, swollen with drowsy desire. He could.