“I’ve been doing it for years and nothing has ever happened to me.”, she maintained. She’d think nothing of hitch-hiking scantily clad and wi...thout a bra. It was one thing when she was in her early teens, but now that she was very fully developed, it was quite a different story. The day came, however, when she wished she had listened more. This is her story;A sinister looking man in a truck had picked Christina up this time. He soon noticed the size of her breasts and how they bounced so freely. I had to follow the calling, the urge that I did not understand.It grew hot in the midday's sun. I removed the shirt I wore and dropped it upon the ground as I walk out of the town I have lived in for fifteen years, now. I didn't look back as I walked on. On and on I walked, mindlessly. I did not even think of why I felt the need to do this. It was if I had been called and simply had to go.I walked though the day and into the evening. The sun was setting to le left so it was northerly that I. So here I was, Angela, an extremely beautiful girl of a little less than s*******n. With curls which cascaded around my shoulders prettily, framing an oval, porcelain face with enormous, long-lashed blue eyes, a perky upturned nose, and full, strawberry-hued lips. My complexion was peaches and cream. And one week before my s*******nth birthday, early morning John called me. Someone he knew from the club, Paul, from New York, about 30, was looking for some company for two days. Starting that. “God, sweetheart, that’s beautiful. You’re so fucking tight around me. I’m one very lucky man.”“To have your cock rammed up my ass?” Her voice was strained under duress of his situation deep inside her. “Goddamned right you are. Just as long as you appreciate it. Christ, you’re fucking huge …”“Thank you.”“Don’t mention it. But remember it. You could fucking break me …”“I’m not going to, baby.” Affection tempered the urge to shaft recklessly. Eric’s fingers closed on her shoulder and he prised.