"You talked me into it," she said. She just couldn't seem to think of anything clever to say, but she knew that once they started necking, her actions would speak louder than words.

Ronnie didn't bother with much chit-chat. He just slid an arm around her waist, and pulled her to him. They fell over on the grass in one motion, tumbling around and finally coming to rest with Susan on her back and Ronnie sprawled across lip soft torso.

His face was right over hers, and he lowered his lips. She slid her arm around his neck and pulled him close. Their lips met, and she opened her mouth eagerly, taking his tongue inside and bathing it in the warmth of her own.

Their lips ground, and their bodies squirmed, and Susan felt the ache in her sweet, young cunt growing and growing.

It swirled through her like a storm, tugging at her clit, and making her damp and itchy inside her skinny little bikinis.

Her skirt was up, far above her knees, as Ronnie clung to her and massaged her back and kissed aft over her gorgeous, passion-filled face.

His tongue licked over her lips and slid back inside her mouth and she felt a hot flush of lustful passion which completely engulfed her.

"Oh, Ronnie, you make me so hot I don't know what to do!" she cried. "You're so exciting!"

His hands were roaming farther and farther, down over her luscious, mounding tits, so round and full and deliciously inviting.

She didn't resist because she couldn't. He made her so hot and so squirmy and so full of hunger for him there was no way she could say no.

Soon his hands were on her leg, touching the soft flesh, far up above her knee. Then they were under her skirt and going for that hairy little crotch protected only by a thin film of nylon in the form of a three-inch-wide band of bikini panties.

They were flesh-colored and damp from her leaking pussy juice and she wished she didn't even have them on.