...ow good Night!” answered Misty as she started to undress inside her tent.
Ash thought for a bit on where to find a bike, he thought about stealing one, “yeah” that’s what ill do, get a free one for her and-” he stopped thinking as he say an outline of Misty body in the Tent. He looked on as she bent over, took of article of clothing and put different one’s on. He slowing leaned closer to the outline, trying to see and sort of lips, holes, or nipples but it was in vain. She had one slender body that ash really wanted to just fuck over and over, use all its use’s, and do all her dos. Ash had one girl under his belt, and it was actually Misty Sister. Though her name was not remembered in his mind, her body was. A clean vibe was given off by it, as if she was marked by a cloud to clean. That was about all of what ash remembered about Misty sister, he did remember how it felt to fuck her. Her boobs that were bouncing around as she was penetrated was one image ash would never forget. He often used it to masturbate.
But that was almost 4 years ago! He had matured he thought, and needed some kind of pussy other then his hand. His mind came back from thinking and as he did, he saw his glory image of boobs bouncing be replaced by misty bending over to put her panties on. He was right at the tent now. And the fabric of the text happened not to be so good. It may block rain out ...