#89287 - Tess moved her body as if she was actually riding me, and whilst she sort of was, the only thing that touched my dick was the tiny landing strip that would guide lucky hunters to the big red X that was her golden treasure. This is the tale of the first time that happened. She never told me about her plans, but the first alarm bells started ringing when she arrived at my doorstep for a long weekend, dressed in the tightest shorts you could ever imagine, with her top nowhere near hiding her thong from creeping up over her waist, leaving me highly curious about whether she had looked like that throughout her entire public transport trip, and, if so, how the hell she had managed to not get thrown at with tomatoes and eggs by old ladies and other not-so-free spirits.