Post by Richelle Foyté on Jul 30, 2012 21:20:06 GMT -5
"Oh my, hottie at three o'clock," Richelle turned the lenses down onto the boy's ass.
Wonderful.
Another boy quickly caught her eye. "Wow. Yum-a-licious. That is one sexy bitch," she flipped over the tree limb to hang upside down, the limb hooked under her knees. She lifted her head up to watch the boy through her binoculars.
The pink haired dame bit her lip and smiled. And then the smile quickly went away as a random girl came up and hugged the boy.
Oh well.
She quickly turned her head to follow a brown haired boy. The sexy lady scowled. He wasn't much for sore eyes. In fact, he hurt them a little more than any other guy would.
Richelle swung herself back up with her super awesome abdominal muscles and leg muscles. She gazed through the lenses once more.
Swimmers. Lots of swimmers.
Do you know what that means? Shirtless guys. Her two favorite words.
But, unfortunately, that also came with half naked women. Bunch'a whores. One boy in the crowd of swimmers didn't seem that interested in the hookers playing in the water. He constantly avoided even looking at them. What was the best thing about him? That was simple, he had a six pack.
The most important question that she had to ask before she made her move: Is he hotter with his shirt off or on?
Definitely off.
The panther spying on her prey jumped off of her branch and landed on her feet. She quickly ran behind the tree where no one would see her and changed into a cute black, pleated skirt. She had a bright green top on. It was tighter around her stomach to reveal her curves, but had ruffles up at the top to give the illusion that actually had breasts.
She quickly rubbed her just shaven legs. Still sexy smooth. Her black pumps softly pounded the grass.
The prowler was after her prey.
Richelle walked toward the lake, but stood a little ways back so she wouldn't be splashed. She lifted a pale finger up and began to wrap her hair around it. The classic twirl your hair technique.
Hey honey, look over here. I'm hot. Why don't you come cool me off pretty baby?
Wonderful.
Another boy quickly caught her eye. "Wow. Yum-a-licious. That is one sexy bitch," she flipped over the tree limb to hang upside down, the limb hooked under her knees. She lifted her head up to watch the boy through her binoculars.
The pink haired dame bit her lip and smiled. And then the smile quickly went away as a random girl came up and hugged the boy.
Oh well.
She quickly turned her head to follow a brown haired boy. The sexy lady scowled. He wasn't much for sore eyes. In fact, he hurt them a little more than any other guy would.
Richelle swung herself back up with her super awesome abdominal muscles and leg muscles. She gazed through the lenses once more.
Swimmers. Lots of swimmers.
Do you know what that means? Shirtless guys. Her two favorite words.
But, unfortunately, that also came with half naked women. Bunch'a whores. One boy in the crowd of swimmers didn't seem that interested in the hookers playing in the water. He constantly avoided even looking at them. What was the best thing about him? That was simple, he had a six pack.
The most important question that she had to ask before she made her move: Is he hotter with his shirt off or on?
Definitely off.
The panther spying on her prey jumped off of her branch and landed on her feet. She quickly ran behind the tree where no one would see her and changed into a cute black, pleated skirt. She had a bright green top on. It was tighter around her stomach to reveal her curves, but had ruffles up at the top to give the illusion that actually had breasts.
She quickly rubbed her just shaven legs. Still sexy smooth. Her black pumps softly pounded the grass.
The prowler was after her prey.
Richelle walked toward the lake, but stood a little ways back so she wouldn't be splashed. She lifted a pale finger up and began to wrap her hair around it. The classic twirl your hair technique.
Hey honey, look over here. I'm hot. Why don't you come cool me off pretty baby?