I grasped the wide leather belt on her denim skirt, it undid real easy, and I pulled the skirt right on down with her brassiere and then there were just her shoes, socks and panties, white and soft and vulnerable so I just tugged and ripped them right off of her. “No!” she protested, but she was hot for me, her body said yes loud and clear, her hot box wanted me. xxx desi “You want to call the cops?” I asked. “Why did you think it was me Amy?” I asked. “No!” suddenly she sounded real scared, she was just winding me up. “No,” she said, “Please, why me!” but she didn’t lash out, she just sat back and lay on the grass, looking at me, “Use a rubber,” she said. “Not if you want to talk.” she agreed, I stared, her hair shone a silvery gold in the moonlight,
“Is your apartment far away?” she asked. “What!” I gasped. She nodded. I grasped the wide leather belt
