Bridget recounted the various facial expressions of her "conquests" and Jill told stories of how she had to keep running around to get the right shot ...while trying to look and act like a shopper. While they told each other of their personal mini-adventures Jill noticed that Bridget kept her skirt pushed up and was caressing her thighs. More than once Jill got a good look at her pussy. The labia were swollen while the inner lips and clit were protruding and slick with Bridget's juices. Jill even. " Don't be," Patti said. "It's not the same as if you were stripping for a boy."Betsy giggled. "I wouldn't strip for a boy. I'm not a tramp." Neither am I," Patti said. "Now let me see you." She squirmed, anxious for Betsy to rid her body of her clothes.Betsy tried the door again to make sure. It was still locked. With the palms of her hands sweating, she undid the buttons of her plaid shirt. Heart pounding, breathing rapid and shallow, she took off her shirt under the steady gaze of Patti's. "Yeah, you right," Brick said, spinning me around as if I were a dolland pushing on my back while pulling on my crotch with the other hand,bending me over. His fingers probed, checking my boy-pussy, evenfingering me a bit, an inch or so, to see what shape that all-importantorgan was in, "and what's that hanging down there under it?" hecontinued his commentary, like a judge at a stock show. "They prettysmall too." Those are my jewels, boss. Do you like my clitty and my jewels? Doyou like me. People were roaming through the town, just like any other little town. k**s and teenagers were standing in line at the theater. We park in front of The Little Diner and walk in, we're hungry after our sex session at the rest area. As we walk in, we see a few older men sitting on the stools at the bar talking about how hot the days have been. We find a little table in the corner by the window and have a sit. A young waitress comes over with two glasses of water and hands us our menus. She.