Sometimes she even pushed my face tighter to her cunt as I got more cum from her sweet hole.Then she spun around and now had her face in my pussy as a...nd as I tongue fucked her she was fucking my cunt with her tongue. Our cunts were flowing in sweet cream and we both were slurping it out of each other. We ate each other a long time and then she pushed her tongue deep in my cunt and then I felt a finger go in my asshole and she was now fucking both holes which had me really turned on. I soon did. Something about this girl (probably aided heavily by my own sexual drought) had turned me into a horny teenage schoolboy, one-track mind and everything.This time, rather than disgust, she was staring at me in fear, one hand tugging at the top of her tank top, trying to cover up as much of her exposed cleavage as she could. Looking into her eyes, I began to wonder whether it had been anger or lust that had caused me to put my hands on her, dragging her from her truck. Guilt set in as I realized. Almost 12 inches high if you didn’t count that little pointy wizardly-shaped hat. He had a full beard, a huge knobby nose with a short pipe clenched between his firm jaws. He wasn’t fat but he certainly wasn’t skinny, more of a stocky little man dressed all in greens and yellows with a dash of silver or gold jewelry here and there. “Let us sit down over there on those rocks, lad,” he says as he points with a short staff. “I’ll be explainin the rules to ye and then we. The guy that owned and operated the gas station was an angry looking biker named Claw. He was called Claw because two fingers were missing on his left hand. He was about 45 years old with a pot belly and full scraggly beard. He seemed to always be drinking a beer and naturally drove a Harley Davidson Chopper. All the kids were scared of him and he would growl at them whenever they got to close. Except us young girls. He would sit in a chair out front of the gas station and invite us to sit on.