If the storm was bad enough she'd hang around until noon or 1; the State of Illinois would probably have the freeway plowed by then. She laughed. She'...d brought her books; she might even get some studying done.Did she want to take part in the fun? On one hand she did. It'd been two years, and while Danny was fun she wasn't getting what she wanted, what she needed. Her on-again, off-again relation with Jeff seemed to be mostly 'off-again'. She was getting tired of it. Something had to happen. She. I got down into my boxers, letting them argue over me. My cheeks were red hot from the flattery. I looked at both of them. Ben, with his farmer tan, hot body; he was slightly hairy. Treasure trail, small amount of chest hair, and great pit hair. And I remembered the wonderful feel of his pubes against my ass cheeks. And then there was Jake. Hot surfer tan, he had a treasure trail also, but you could only see it in the right light, being all his hair was blond. His pit hair was the same, but he. She was getting awfullyclose to a climatic conclusion. She’d almost forgotten about her father, caught up in her fingeringfrenzy, but suddenly his hands were on her ass, pulling the lower portionof her butt apart again. Then his lips barely touched her slit, almostmaking her come on the spot. Instinctively, she made a dipping motionwith her hips like she was fucking someone herself. His lips went away but she knew he was watching so she kept onphantom-fucking the air beneath her hips,. Tracy's crotch was like a dark, hairy tray on which had been served up some delectable coral-pink shellfish. Her open pussy was all drenched with doggy spunk and cream, a tantalizing sauce poured over the soft pink meat. Her clit stood out, begging to be sucked."Eat me out, Jenny!" Tracy moaned, giving her ass and hips an upward tilt.Jennifer leaned closer, her cheek brushing against the inside of Tracy's sleek thigh. She inhaled the fragrance of Tracy's soaking cunt, that delicious perfume.