It was believable, and I would have been expected not to delay their plans. "But she said I could come over Friday night ... if that's okay with you."...My mother had this look that was what I guess I would call penetrating. When she did that, I felt like she could see right into my brain, to what I was thinking. She usually used it when she suspected me of some mischief, and was trying to get to the truth of things. That look came over her face now."Did you behave yourself?"Behave myself? There. " he tried to keep it breezy but he distinctly heard a note of excitement in his own voice as he said it.Jen caught the note as well and her heart started to beat a little bit faster. "Well that's sweet of you! I like your bathing suit, by the way." she said setting him up."Well thanks," he said smiling at her, " love yours though I can't really see it properly from here though.'' He moved closer to jen as he noticed her breasts moving up and down faster and faster as he got closer, "...she. As soon as I was positioned on top of his dick he pulled me down on him hard; real hard. I started to ride my cowboy like there was no tomorrow, my pussy dripping wet with my own cum, and his thick long cock deep inside my sweet pussy. He was as hard as they come, and I screamed “Fuck me harder ...Fuck me HARD!” It’s at that point that I happen to look out the front of the windshield to see two security guards watching us from a platform about thirty feet away. They were looking directly at. Her legs, bare all the way up to her small bikini bottoms, were parted slightly, allowing me to slip between them as I lowered myself over her. For a 20-year-old guy, I'd say I've got a fair amount of sexual experience: I had sex for the first time at 16, then did it with three other girls before moving on to college. In two years there, I've been with four different girls. Some were better than others, and a couple were really good, but I'd never experienced anything like the feeling of being.