My pussy is so wet by now, my panties sliding against my sensitive skin as I move down your body, you lift your leg so that when I move your leg is pr...essed between mine, and you can feel the heat of my cunt, even through your pants. When I reach your waist, my hands are shaking as I unbutton your pants and slowly unzip them. I can hardly breathe at the thought of finally getting to see, finally getting to touch, finally getting to taste, finally getting to have that gorgeous cock I have. I could feel my own body heat rise as my cock began to swell under my shorts. We continued our conversation as Kellie moved behind me, but our discussion trailed off to silence as she lightly pressed her breasts against my upper shoulders. Her hardened nipples brushing against the back of my neck as she leaned closer against me to cut the hair on top of my head. My rising cock was beginning to strain against my shorts, and the towel around my shoulders to catch the hair was not long enough to. Just about anything you need. If I don’t have it on me, I can get it.”“Show me what you got.”“Not here, back in the alley. Too many eyes out here.”“Lead on, alley guy.”Linda followed him twenty feet into the alley when he turned. “OK, sugar. Whatchoo need from Little Micky?”“Not much.” Linda didn’t feel like talking. The man was definitely a dealer. She got no vibes off him that he was anything other than what he appeared to be. Evil. Dealer. Scum.Deciding to add onto the Tall-Muscle guy rumor,. It was being piloted by the camps dreamiest councilor, Wesley, the son of the camps owner. Father and son live in the big house down by the road. Wesleys mother had died when he was young so his father raised him. They lived alone in that big house. The camp offices were there as well. I had a crush on Wesley since the first time I laid eyes on him when I was only eight years old. He usually treated me just like all the other pre-pubescent girls that populated the camp. I was not even sure he.