Her heavy chest recoiled and sprang up with each new hasty step as her eyes frantically scanned the surroundings, but honestly, she knew that no matte...r what, if she saw someone – they’d definitely see her as well. Even without anyone around, she still suffered the thought that someone COULD be looking at her and that brought the virgin, inexperienced star athlete to a point beyond being uncomfortable. Her curly hair remained in form as it wetly nestled along her angular, prominent back,. He absentmindedly reached behind himself and grabbed the base and slowly pulled it out. When he felt it pop out, his arse suddenly felt completely empty, as if it was missing something and desired what had previously filled it.He felt Andy kneel behind him on the floor, and place one hand on his arse, pulling the cheek open to expose his bud. He heard him take a deep breath, then felt him place the head of his cock at the entrance to his backdoor.He was instantly struck with the sobering. It sucked.“Why so glum, chum?” Ian said coming up to my table.“You are such a fucking dork.” I said.“Dork? Man, you must be out of it if that’s the best come back you have.” Ian said.He sat down and slipped a CD across the table at me.“What’s this?” I asked.“It’s a CD full of old-school Goth music. Try it, you’ll like it.”“Who’s on it?”“You know, The Sisters, Bauhaus, Siouxsie, Fields, Ministry, all the big names the yuppies will never know.”“I’m depressed Ian, how is listing to whiners whine. We can be on the beach by noon."Several hours later, after two hours in the jet and a short car ride, they pulled up in front of a gray, multi-storied, wood shingled beach house. It was raised from the ground by large wooden polls to keep the lower rooms from flooding during tropical storms. The front of the house faced the main road but the back overlooked a beach and the Gulf of Mexico.Bob led Jenny into the house, carrying her bag."God," Jenny gasped when she saw that the back of the house.