Chapter 3

Unaware that her father was on her trail, Becky sat in the front seat of the van and watched Red Dog look at her. Naked except for her lollypop panties and her tight-fitting peasant blouse, she wasn't sure she could carry her teasing farther without having to let Red Dog take the rest of them off. His words still burned in her ears. She had coyly told him that if she went any farther he'd want to do something about it besides just watch. And his reply had been, "Just lay down on the seat and I'll show you!"

She sat staring at his stiff organ and wondering just what it would feel like to let him do what he wanted to. Was she ready to pay the price for teasing him? She knew if she backed out now she'd lose his respect for her and think she was just a kid. She forced herself to keep smiling while she put a hand to her blouse. In broad daylight, with Bo only a few yards away, it was just too much. She could never go through with it. Maybe she could fool him. He had seemed to really go for it when she talked boldly about her body. Maybe it was time for a lot more of that.

"Listen," she said, "you wouldn't like it. Not today, anyway, Red Dog. I have my period. But if you could dig on playing with these... groovy!"

She already had a hand on the drawstring of her blouse and he could see that one pull would let it slide off her shoulders. As she spoke, she slipped her fingertips under the protuberant tips of one of her breasts and presented it to him. Her blouse was so thin and tight that the hard outline of the nipple was quite obvious through the material.

He slid in beside her and put his arms around her. She opened herself to him and let him kiss her. First he only brushed his lips past her cheek and into her hair, but then he returned to her mouth and fitted his lips on hers. The feeling of his naked body against hers was warm and exciting. She felt the twin barbs of her nipples press hard against the firm muscles of his naked chest.

"I don't care if you're bleeding," he suddenly said. "I've done it before with chicks when it was their time of the month."

She hugged him closer for a moment to conceal her surprise and the new dilemma she was in. She hadn't expected that.

"Oh yeah, I know," she managed, affecting a very blase, tone of voice. "I've had guys ball me when I was bleeding. But... but Red Dog, you're so groovy that I want it to be especially nice when you do it to me. You dig on what I'm saying?"

He nodded his head and smiled. "Okay, that's cool. I could tell when I first saw you that you had a foxy bod, but I'm just now learning what a far-out head you've got."

It had worked!

She was calm and collected now that she had control of things again. She enthusiastically threw her arms around his neck and wriggled her torso as she let him lay beside her in the narrow seat. She loved the strong grip of his arms around her and she wanted to let him have much more than that from her even though she wasn't prepared to allow intercourse.

She giggled. "I guess there isn't much use taking this dumb blouse off," she said. "You can just about see my boobs as well as if I was naked."

"Maybe," he agreed. "But what I want to do is feel them!"

She gave a quick jerk of the drawstring and the garment fell sideways off her lower shoulder 'til he could see her breast. The top of the blouse struck her just below the naked tip of her soft young nipple. He put his hand on her collarbone and traced his fingers along its fragile length, then let the tips fall into the hollow just below. Her skin was smooth as satin.

"Here, let me get the whole thing off," he said, excited by what he saw and wanting more.

She obediently twisted her torso so he could handle the drawstring. He drew it out, put his hand under the firm, dovelike softness of her other breast, and slipped it off over her head. The perfect complexion of her lily-white breast skin was dazzling in the sunlight through the windshield of the van. Her nipple crowned the firm mound, pink and pretty as a picture. So far it was still soft and more or less a part of her areola. He looked at the bounty just uncovered and ran his hand down from her collarbone to the actual skin of her breast.

"Hey, you got a pair, don't you?" he said. The new light in his eyes excited her. She'd been wanting to have one of the boys put his hands on them for a long time. Now that it was finally happening, she was stimulated even more by his words. There was no doubt about how pleased he was with them. "I guess they'll do," she said, fishing for compliments, "but you've probably seen better."

She knew that her development was outstanding for a sixteen-year-old, if not in pure dimensions, then at least in perfection of shape and firmness. Her vanity moved her to provoke more commentary from him but he was through talking about them. He wanted to feel them. He didn't answer her, just ran his fingers over the marble-smooth skin to the ruddy areola and onto the nipple itself.

She felt a shiver go through her whole body when he touched her. She didn't even try to keep him from finding out how much he had excited her. She glanced down and saw her nipple swell.

"Hey, look what you're doing," she said. "It feels so yummy for you to touch my boobs that my nipple's getting hard."

Then she looked down in the seat between them. His penis rose stiff and long from the tangled mass of his red, curly pubic hair. She grinned. She wasn't so innocent that she hadn't had her hands on a few penes, even though she was still a virgin. Now was the time to show him she wasn't scared to put her hands on it.

"Something else looks pretty hard, too," she said. "I think I'd better investigate."

She slid her hand between their bodies and grasped the shaft of his organ firmly but delicately between her fingers. "Does it get this big all the time," she asked, "or is it just when you see a chick with her blouse off?"

"With you it didn't take that much, love," he reminded her. "It was getting hard from the minute you started talking about yourself a while ago. The minute I started thinking about what a groove it'd be to ball you, it popped up just like it is now."

"But you didn't have to ball me to keep it hard, did you?" she commented. She still felt a little guilty for not allowing him intercourse after so much teasing. She moved her fingers up and down it, watching carefully as she did so.

"No," he admitted. "Not when you know how to jack a cat off like you're doing. There's plenty of chicks that don't know the score when it comes to giving a guy relief like that."

Her pride swelled. She was more enthusiastic than ever about giving him pleasure now. Jeez, she thought to herself, I better watch out. I feel myself getting all hot and bothered inside my panties. If I'm not careful I'll wind up letting him in there and discover I was fibbing about having my period. '

The relentless itching sensation continued inside the hidden interior of her panties, but she held herself in check. Both his hands were on her breasts now. With considerable mental effort, she was able to transfer the arousal of her genitals to the points of her braless mammaries. It was safe to let him do all he wanted to there, so she was able to avoid frustration.

"Oh wow, you do it good, Red Dog," she told him. "I bet even the dumb chicks who still wear bras would let you inside if they knew how good you do it."

He started milking them just like a cow's teats. Hers were so firm and rounded that there wasn't really much to grasp except the points of her nipples but that didn't stop him. He could see she loved every minute of what he was doing to her so he kept it up. She rewarded him by maintaining a firm hold on his penis. By now it was getting a little slippery from the sweat of her palms, so that was no easy task. She used it to her advantage by letting her fingers slide up and down just like it was an oiled wiener.

He bent over and she offered him her lips. He pressed his mouth on them and she opened her mouth. Before, when he'd kissed her, he didn't leave them there long enough for her to use her tongue. Now there was time. She darted it out and forced the tip of it between the warm, wet junction of his lips. The second he felt her touch him, he opened his mouth and permitted her to slip the probing tip of her tongue all the way inside. She was more than willing to put it there and the way she handled it made her feelings quite clear. Pressing her fat breasts against his hands as she writhed in the seat, she traced her tongue across the softness of his inner lips and against the hard surface of his front teeth. Once she exerted a sucking motion that made his penis jump in her hand.

He took his mouth away and kissed her on the neck.

"Oooo, that gives me chills," she whispered, increasing the speed of her fingers on his organ. The way they were laying made her hand rub against her panty-covered mound with every back stroke of her motion, and this served to add to her increasing passion.

If my panties weren't there, she thought excitedly to herself, this would almost be like giving us both a hand job at the same time. Man, my pussy's really getting hot.

"If that gives you chills," she heard him say from somewhere below, "what does this do?"

He dropped his mouth from her neck and made little kisses across the expanse of her upper breasts. "Ummmm," she said aloud.

There was no doubt where his wet kisses were heading for and the thought of having them there was terribly stimulating for her. She had only let two boys do that in her whole life. One got scared and quit and the other had to quit because the lights came on at the drive-in movie they were attending.

Without even thinking what she was doing, she arched her back and made the luscious tips of her breasts stick out even more. She could feel his lips homing in on one like a magnet and she automatically moved her torso to provide complete accessibility. His lips passed over the areola of her left mammary making tiny sucking noises and a second later she enjoyed the thrill of having them part wider and enclose the entire nipple.

"Ahh... ahhhh," she moaned, throwing her arms around his back and pulling him closer. When she realized she had let his penis go, she quickly grabbed it again and picked up the motion in midstride.

"Wow," he breathed, his voice huskily tickling her nipple as he spoke, "your tits are something else. Are they always this sensitive?"

"No," she said, her voice nervously quaking, "it's because you're... ooooo... it's because you're doing it so good!"

Her words fanned his fires higher and he stuck out his tongue. With Becky humping her lithe body against him and masturbating him with her tireless hand, he caressed the nipple and areola thoroughly with the fleshy tip of the red, moist instrument. He could taste a little salt, from her excited sweat, and also a musky taste he could only recognize as being female. It was a little like the scent he now smelled coming up from the region of her stomach and panties. He was so involved with the girl's delicious breasts that he entirely failed to notice that the scent was entirely free of any menstrual smell. He switched over to the other one, licked it broadly with the top of his tongue, then paused a second for his breath and said, "You better slow off, baby, I'm so darned hot I'm about to come."

Becky pulled him tighter to her chest and put her mouth in his thick red hair as she spoke. "I don't care, Red Dog," she whispered. "Go ahead and shoot off whenever you like. I want you to. I don't care if it gets on me. Go ahead. Go ahead and do it!"

"It'll get you... oh God, I'm about to do it... it'll get you all messy," he huffed.

"I don't care!" she insisted. "Let yourself go, Red Dog. Here, lemme jerk it faster for you."

She speeded up her fingers along the length of his bursting organ and rubbed her breasts in his face 'til his cheeks were wet with their warm sweat. With every move of her body she egged him on.

"Come on, come on... here, lemme get it going real good for you... there, how's that... how's that feel? Come on," she urged, "let it rip... fill my hands full!"

Red Dog moved his hips back and forth in a mad tattoo to the rhythm of her fingers and she heard him grunt hard as her hands and wrists were deluged with sperm. Drops flew onto the wet skin of her smooth-skinned belly and he gripped her like a vise, then let go and relaxed into her waiting arms. She felt the thick wetness of his seed running slowly down her arms and into her navel.

"Whew!" he said at last. "You really know how to bring a cat off. You did it darn near as well as I do it myself!"

She smiled and made a move to wipe herself off, but he held her arm.

"Don't sweat cleaning up," he told her. "I'll tend to that. You gave me such a nice come it's the least I can do."

He pulled a faded handkerchief from his bell-bottomed pants and went to work. When he had them both cleaned off, he ran and jumped into the creek with Bo. Becky slipped her panties off so they wouldn't get wet and yanked on her miniskirt, but she left her blouse in the front seat of the van. That way her companions couldn't see her pubes on the way to the water and wouldn't know she'd been lying about her period. She dashed toward them and plopped down on the bank with her feet knee deep in the water. The damp skin of her breasts shone under the bright sun like wet, full domes.

"Hey, right on," shouted Bo. "You have really great tits, Becky, you know it? You shouldn't ever wear anything over them. You're really a groove to show them off to me."

"Well, I just let Red Dog see, so why shouldn't I include you? I can't stand for dumb clods like the guys back home to look at me without my top, but you two are my very best friends now. I'm proud to let you dudes see them."

She wondered if it might make Red Dog jealous to display her bare breasts to Bo after what had just happened in the van. But it didn't seem to at all.

"That's the spirit, love," he called to her. "Spread yourself around some and let old Bo see too."

She slipped her skirt off and slipped into the water the second she caught both pairs of eyes turned. Bo turned around at the sound of the splash and swam toward her. Red Dog swam after him. She didn't want to swim and let her naked rear show, so she stood waiting 'til they reached her.

Red Dog said, "Hey, I just told Bo how outasight you were back in the van. Don't freak out now, it's cool. It's all in the family. C'mere, I want to whisper something to you."

She bent her head to him and he put his mouth to her ear. Bo was only a few feet away, was grinning like a monkey.

"Listen," whispered Red Dog, "Bo's horny too. Neither one of us has had any since last Tuesday. When we get on the road again, how's about giving him a good jacking off like you did me?"

Becky's first thought was negative, but she didn't permit her face to show it. It took her by surprise. Showing her breasts to Bo was one thing, but she sort of thought what they had done together in the van had made her Red Dog's girl. She was just beginning to understand that neither one of them felt possessive toward her.

"Well... I might," she faltered. "I mean, I guess so. Sure you don't care?"

Red Dog shook his head and looked puzzled. "No, man, why should I care? If you both groove on it, what business is it of mine?"

She joined into the feeling with enthusiasm then and demonstrated it by wading through the water toward Bo. She smiled back over her shoulder toward Red Dog and grinned.

"I'm going to give him a little preview," she said, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

When she reached Bo she grabbed him around the waist and hugged her naked breasts against his side, laughing all the while, then disappeared under the water.

"Hey," he called out to Red Dog, "she's swimming under water. What's she up to?"

"Just stay put," answered Red Dog. "You'll find out."

Seconds later Bo jumped backwards in the water and flailed his arms, then broke into a big smile. Becky rocketed up from beneath the water's surface and appeared in front of him, her breasts against his chest and her arm around his shoulders. But only one arm. Her other hand was still under the water.

"Hey," she joked, "I thought you were horny, Bo. How come your cock is so little?"

She knew the reason, that it was only because of the coldness of the water, but she wanted to kid him. She thought it might embarrass him but it didn't faze him at all.

"If your hand is on it very long it sure won't stay that way," he answered, throwing his arms around her and hugging her tightly.

"I can already tell that," she said. "I can feel it getting bigger right now."

"Hell, your tits feel so good against my chest that it'd get big without your hand even being there. If you don't believe me, put both arms around my neck and hold your legs together. I guarantee you'll feel the head of it pushing through between your legs damned quick," he said to her.

"Okay, okay, you two," yelled Red Dog. He was already on the bank and was shaking himself off in the hot sun. "Come on, we've been here quite a while. We better get going. Let's see if we can make the next state line before dark. If you want to play grab-ass, you can do it in the van. I'll drive first."

"Okay, let's split," agreed Bo.

He got out of the water and Becky paddled to the bank. This time, although she was very quick about it, she didn't even wait 'til their backs were turned. She hopped into her miniskirt and they didn't even notice the absence of her panties-and her period. They were on their hands and knees and had a road map spread out tin the grass. She dried herself off with a towel she found in the back of the van and in minutes they were off.

Clean and fresh again, they were ready for the rigors of the trip, whatever they might prove to be. At first all three sat in the front seat as before, with Red Dog driving and Becky between them. But after a few miles he grinned at them and said, "If you guys want to get in the back for a while, go ahead. You don't have to be sleepy to want to flake out back there for awhile, you know."

Becky was feeling more open with them all the time. But they were both a little surprised when it was she who got things rolling.

"Okay, let's do," she said to Bo. "I'm not sleepy yet, but maybe we can find something else to do."

"Right on," agreed Bo, wiping a thick strand of dark hair from his eyes and scooting aside to give her more room. "Can you make it over the back of the seat or do you want us to stop?"

"I can make it okay," she said, "but it might not look too ladylike. Both of you turn your heads, okay? Otherwise you might see my panties. I wouldn't want that to happen. My poor little lollypops are so darned thin they're about to bust through and you just might get an eyeful of ass if I'm not careful."

As she got to her knees and climbed over the seat-back, Bo said, "It's a good thing you warned us. I sure wouldn't want to see your panties, Becky."

"No indeed," chimed in Red Dog, in mocking tones, "much less her ass. We're not looking."

But they both turned and looked as she slid over, although neither of them got to see much. Red Dog let the van stray over the white line in the highway as he looked.

"Hey man," complained Bo, "you better watch where you're driving or there ain't none of us going to have an ass to look at."

He rolled over the seat back and found Becky comfortably sprawled out against the back.

"This is really neat the way you dudes have this all fixed up back here," she observed. "With these big curtains on the windows and this mattress on the floor, it's just like a little bedroom."

"Did you hear that?" Bo called up to Red Dog. "She thinks this place looks like a bedroom back here. What do you suppose would give her that idea?"

"I can't imagine," replied the driver, "but why don't you guys keep that kind of talk to yourselves? It's kind of difficult to drive with a hard-on, you know."

Becky giggled and put her hand over her mouth to hold it back. She saw that Bo was walking on his hands and knees toward her and patted the space beside her.

He saw that she had her blouse back on. He crawled to the spot she indicated and put his arm around her.

"Hey, how come you put your blouse back on after you got through swimming? You let me and Red Dog both see your boobs then. Why not since then?"

She snuggled close and let his arm fall closer before she said anything to him. "It'll come off again, Bo," she told him. "All it needs is a little help."

That was all he needed to hear. He ran his hand over the front of her blouse and felt the firm swell of her breast. He carefully applied his fingertips 'til he'd explored the whole from the outside, then slipped a hand in the top of the wide neck. When she felt the touch of his fingers on her naked flesh she raised her arms and put her palms on the back of his head. She turned her face sideways and when he saw she was offering herself to him, he met her lips with his and pressed his tongue inside her lips on first contact.

"Ummm," he heard her say. The taste of her mouth was hot on his tongue by then. She had met his tongue with hers and was eagerly darting it in and out his mouth. With growing confidence, she rubbed her swollen chest against him. The response she sought was immediately provoked. He put his other hand to the drawstring of the blouse and loosened it, then took the entire garment off.

"You was getting awful hot in there, wasn't you?" he said to her, his hand still holding the blouse.

She took it from his hand and tossed it toward their feet. Her full young mammaries rose on her chest as soft and resilient as dough. Their mouths were together and their tongues flowed in and out of each other's mouth at will. He dropped his face from hers and went for the pink nub of her breast just like Red Dog had done back at the creek. She let him do that and was glad to get it. But when he lowered his hand to her skirt and stuck his fingers between the tight waistband and her warm, hard belly, she stopped him.

"Didn't Red Dog tell you about my period?" she asked.

"Yeah," he admitted, "I just forgot. You got me going so much I let it slip my mind. Can't I even just finger you a little? I won't pull your panties off and try to get my cock in. I just want to finger it for you."

"You could," she allowed, "but you'll like it a lot better later when my period's gone. Okay?"

He readily agreed. What was she going to do to keep them from finding out she was a virgin after she'd already told them different? Oh, well, no time to think about that now. There were other things on her mind -and she wasn't about to miss some fun by worrying now about what to do later. She put her hand on the zipper of his jeans and felt the hardness of his penis underneath. She worked her fingers up and down 'til she could make out every inch of it, from the thick base to the fat, bullet-shaped glans.

"Isn't it getting awfully hot in there?" she asked, using his own words. "You asked me if my blouse wasn't getting a little hot a while ago and I told you it was. But your pants are so hot, I can feel it through the cloth."

"They sure as hell are," replied Bo. "Think you can help me cool them off?"

"All you need is just to have this open," she said, unzipping his fly, "and this out in the open where it can get some air," she went on, putting her hand through the opening and grasping his penis.

"Right on!" exclaimed Bo. "I feel a lot better already."

He was rubbing his open hands over the expanse of her smooth breast-flesh as she extracted the instrument from his pants. Now he ducked his head again and put his mouth on her.

"Do you feel cooler, though?" asked Becky, pursuing the put-on as she handled the naked member.

"I can't say it's really cooler," admitted Bo, "but it feels so good when you do that I don't even care about the temperature. Come on, scoot down on your back so I can get to your tits good."

She let her back slide down the wall 'til she was laying prone. Her skirt was almost useless now if its purpose was to cover her-it had slipped all the way up to her waist. Her flowery lollypops were visible almost as far as the waistband. She saw him glancing down at her pelvis in spite of the fact that her breasts were completely naked and open for his inspection.

"Remember, no playing with my pussy," she reminded. "Isn't it any fun to have my tits out where you can get to them?"

"Does this convince you it is?" he asked, and dove between them. She felt his mouth on her firm, hard breastbone in the center and then felt him move his lips toward her left nipple. The wetness of his lips was increased by the liberal use of his tongue.

She remembered how Red Dog had wanted her to use her tongue on his when he kissed her. She had been as eager to do it as he was. French kissing was something even the kids back in Greenfield practiced. But as she looked down at Bo's exposed organ, she remembered how she used to talk to her girl friends about blowing a boy. None of them had ever done it, they claimed, but all of them sure did like to talk about it. Becky hadn't done it either, but she was becoming awfully curious about what it might feel like. In a way, she thought it was dirty and hoped no one would ever want her to do it to them, but in some hidden part of her mind there existed a very strong interest in it.

Bo was making her feel wonderful by putting his lips on her breasts. She really couldn't say which guy did it better, but she was sure they both did it much better than any of the boys in Greenfield. She remembered the boy who was doing it to her and quit because he got scared. Red Dog and Bo didn't act like that. They acted like they wanted to suck and lick her there all day.

"Am I doing it good for you?" she asked him. "Am I fingering your prick the way you like it?"

His mouth was full of her pert nipple and she could barely make out what he said. "Oh yeah," he mumbled, "you're... mfff... you're doing me real good... keep it fast... mmfffff... just like you're doing."

"I love it when you come," she told him. "It gets me hot as heck to see the wad spurt out. You getting there?"

That's a switch, thought Bo to himself, she wants me to come as soon as I can. 'Cause, if I had it in her pussy she'd probably want me to hold back for a long time.

"Yeah," he finally answered, his mouth still busy on her protuberant nipple-flesh, "I'm getting... whew!... I'm getting real close."

Becky felt pretty embarrassed about wanting to see it closer up but her curiosity won out. She knew he was too busy burying his face in her breasts to notice, so she bent her head down 'til it was only about a foot from the red, swollen organ.

Now when he shoots off I can really see it good, she thought to herself. Wow, look at it jump in my hand - he must be darned close to getting his climax.

Inside her panties, among the profuse blonde pubic hair that padded her mound of Venus, Becky felt rivulets of sweat course down her tender skin. She was getting awfully excited from having him mouth her breasts while she manipulated his penis. She was beginning to wish she had never mentioned the stuff about not being a virgin. She was so hot she was dying to have him touch her organs, but she still couldn't bear having them discover she'd been lying.

Darn, my pussy's so horny to have a finger in it that I'm burning up, she thought to herself in consternation. Maybe I can just... there... now I've got it. Maybe I can just work on it some myself. She sneaked the fingers of her free hand between her legs and surreptitiously began to stimulate her sensitive organs through the thin material of her undergarment right under his nose.

Oh wow, that's a lot better, she thought. I should have done that a long time ago.

Just when it was feeling good for her, she felt him clutch her tighter and burrow his mouth into the fullness of her breast. He gave a little cry and the end of his penis erupted with a small glob of warm, white sperm that flew straight into her face. She had been holding her head so close there wasn't time to move it. As he collapsed on her, burying his face in her neck and hugging her close, she was busy wiping the thick substance off her feet.

At first she was mortified. Ick! This is awful, she thought to herself. But she knew it had been her fault. And she couldn't say anything to him without admitting how close her face had been to his penis. As she wiped it off, a little bit got in her mouth. She began spluttering but stopped as soon as she started. The taste of the stuff was... well, freaky, she thought. A little salty, maybe, and... and kind of good in a strange way. She was very surprised.

She soon managed to clean up all right but was on edge from having been so excited without reaching an orgasm. She had gotten very close to it by manipulating herself the way she'd done. In spite of the fact that she'd discovered how to masturbate when she was about eleven years old, she felt very guilty about it and hoped Bo hadn't noticed. From the look on his face she was sure he hadn't. He was lying on his side with a smile on his mouth and his spent organ lying limp from his fly.

"Hey, man, thanks a lot," he said. "I was horny as hell and really needed that. You're really a groove to jack me and him off like you did. Shit, when your period's over, I'll bring you off any way you want me to. And I bet Red Dog will too."

"Any way I want you to?" she repeated. She was thinking that using the hand was about the only way except for actual intercourse. Could it be that Bo would be willing to-she felt a flush of excitement at the thought-to lick her pussy, just like she and her girl friends had talked about doing to boys?

"Sure," he said, "any way, love. I'll suck, frig, lick, or fuck you. And be damned glad to do it."

The van suddenly lurched. Red Dog yelled back and told them to hang on, they'd come to the dirt road leading to their first stop. She had thought they'd be staying in a motel or something, but it would be a much better place than that, she learned. They would stay at Moonstar Camp, a hippie campsite known to the boys. It wasn't an actual commune, they explained to Becky-that would come later on during the trip. But it was a place hidden in the hills off the highway where hippies traveling coast to coast were welcome. Red Dog said it was a place that was "run by brothers where there's a lot of good vibes."

About five miles farther, he wheeled the van to a stop and some people came running out to meet them from a big barnlike structure. The two boys shook hands, hugged a lot of the other people-even other males, Becky noticed-and she soon felt very much at home. While they were still standing by the van, a tall man who looked about thirty smiled and looked hard at her. It was like he was undressing her with eyes. To her surprise, he pointed to three or four girls standing near and said, "Red Dog, you and Bo decide which chicks you dig and see if you can't talk them into giving you some pussy tonight. You can sleep all night with them. This little blonde here, Becky, is the one I want. How about it, love-you dig on getting it on with me tonight?"

She was too surprised to think right. She had to answer him-what could she say?