She couldn’t help herself – eyes glued to his package, she tried to imagine what he would look like without clothes in the way. Midway through her... mental striptease, he left the desk and headed for the locker room. Amy stared, self-conscious but unable to look away. As he passed he quickly glanced over to Amy and as his eyes met hers, he winked, causing Amy’s eyes to widen, and a swift blush to suffuse her entire face. Taking a moment to catch her breath, Amy could tell she was not only. ’ When she nodded, he went on to tell her what route he had in mind. Follow the road to Kilpoole so they could skirt Wicklow. Then on to the coast road. He thought they could make it to Arklow and find shelter there for the night. They would need another day, maybe two to reach Wexford. After that, he had to see the lay of the land. Deirdre nodded again. She had never traveled beyond Wicklow or Kilpoole. Never even been that far as a matter of fact. Maybe in other circumstances she would have. ”“Well, Lori took me up the river in their boat one day, told me a whole bunch of home truths,” I said. “She was pretty direct, pretty hard on me actually, really gave me a good kick in the arse. She didn’t try to come on to me, get me on the rebound, or anything like that. Anyway, through the rest of the spring, and into summer, Lori, Janelle and I hung out together, and one thing led to another, and Lori and I got pretty close.”I told him about the time almost making love to her, when. It was so erotic. I slowly moved my eyes up her flat stomach, over her perfect breasts to her beautiful face. She was looking at me and smiling. She leaned back and placed her hands on my thigh. The view was breathtaking. My pale white penis ended against her dark pubis. She began to move her hips, her wet vagina left a trail of juices as it moved up, then she sank back down. As she got use to me inside her, her movement gained speed and force. After a few minutes she was bouncing up and down.