Looking for a selfie photo. It's a dark / grainy snapchatty style.

It's a pelfie. Chick has a top on, sitting on the floor showing off her pussy. You can see her face; she's partially sticking her tongue out.
Mole on the upper left thigh, top of the leg.

Help a brother out? Anyone got it?

I need some help finding the name of an actress who has some videos on here. She acts and looks like a teen but she's over 18. She has brown hair and moles all over her body. Small AA cup breasts I believe. The videos of her that I'm looking for are some bondage videos that she did. Does anyone know what her name is?

Thanks

Hello, thoughts on my gf's mole on her cheek?

Used to be a graphic designer nearly 25 years ago and I used my ex-girlfriend’s pussy picture as a graphic for a label on a product. I photoshop it enough that no one can tell but the mole on her pussy stuck out a lot for me. Secretly I find it hot to have used her pussy where many people would see it but have no clue. 

OK I have decided to confess some of my sins. If my wife ever found out my life wouldn't be worth living, for that matter if any of my family found out I would catch all kinds of hell. My name is Kevin and I am 47 and very happily married to Janice. We have been married for a little over 20 years and have one beautiful daughter Laura who is 19 and my whole world. Last year she moved out of home and into a flat with her best friend Julie. Now this place was a real state and needed a lot of work to make it liveable. Jan and I had bought the place and were renting it to them at a very knock down price, we did this so that we knew she was not going to get ripped off and as another way of looking out for her. It was also a good way to invest some spare money we had come into when my mother died. The girls were desperate to move in and moved in before it was really ready. I would go down in my free time and decorate the rooms. I had already done the bathroom and living room before they had moved in. Now this is where my confession starts.
It was Saturday morning and I knew Laura would be gone because she worked all day Saturday. I called and said to Julie I was coming over to make a start on Laura's bedroom, she said that was fine and would have the coffee ready. I let myself in and got the shock of my life because as I walked in, Julie walked out the bathroom totally naked. I think I tried to look away but she just smiled and just walked to her room. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass. I went to the kitchen and she came back in a dressing gown. I told her I was sorry about walking in on her and she laughed and said not to worry. We had coffee and I started to strip the wall paper from Laura's room. I did the painting and put up new paper. I told Julie that I had a carpet coming tomorrow and left. That night all I could think about was how beautiful Julie had looked naked. I had taken the next week off and told Laura and Julie that I would be round all week to finish the flat off. I told Julie I would do her room on the Monday and asked her to make sure her room was ready.
I let myself in on the Monday made a coffee and then went to Julies room to make a start. She had left the room in such a mess, the bed was unmade and dirty clothes all over. I knew I would have to tidy up first and took the bed clothes off and as I did a black vibrator fell out. That made me smile just knowing where that must have been the night before. I picked up a few pairs of dirty knickers too moved the bed to the middle of the room and put everything on the bed and got to work. I stripped the paper and painted but didn't have time to put the new paper on. I put everything back including the vibrator and all her dirty washing went in a bag. and I left. I went back the next day to finish the paper and when I went in the room I moved the bed again and had a look under the covers, and sure enough there was a vibrator, bigger one this time and pink also was her laptop it was on and open. Now I am not usually nosey but I couldn't stop myself. I had a look at her browser history and there were all the usual sites and then there was this one. I opened it up and it was logged on to her account. My god what an eye opener, she had a few pictures of herself and the naked ones even though she had hid her face I knew were her because when I saw her naked I saw the small mole just at the top of her thigh. I was getting hard looking and Undid my jeans and pulled my cock out and came looking at her pictures, I used a pair of her knickers to wipe my cum off and thought about putting them in the washing but left them on the bed instead. I finished the paper and left a note telling them the carpet would come at the weekend and that I would be down to finish the hall and Kitchen the rest of the week.
The next day I let myself in and as I walked past Julies room I heard movement. I knew the flat was empty and opened the door, Julie was naked on the bed the pink vibrator deep in her pussy. I stood there just looking and she just smiled and said come in. She said she had known I had looked at her lap top and turned it round and there was a video of me playing with my cock. I was in shock and she pointed at a clock on her bedside table and said it had a hidden camera in it, all the while still with her legs open working the vibrator in her pussy. Now what I should have done was walk out and never look back, I didn't I closed the door and sat on the bed. She said she had always had a crush on me and after me catching her naked the other day I was all she could think about. She pulled out the knickers I had cum in the day before and I knew then I was lost. I looked round and reached out and touched her inner thigh, she moved her hand away and I took over fucking her with the vibrator. She told me to get undressed and as I did my cock had got rock hard, when I was naked my cock hard she got up and grabbed it, I almost came there and then, she put her lips on my cock and then she started to suck. She was very good, her tongue going up and down my cock from tip to base, she reached round and pushed a finger into my ass, I was in shock she finger fucked my ass as she sucked my cock. She pulled me onto the bed and I got on top of her, my cock going into her pussy very easy. I fucked her hard and fast finally cumming inside her. I rolled off her and she got on top of me kissing me. I got hard again and she lowered herself onto me, we fucked again and again I came inside her. I got up and got dressed. I left and went to the pub and got very drunk.

A week later she called me saying Laura was away and she wanted me. I went round and we fucked again this time in the living room and again in the bathroom. I would visit her every chance I would get, fucking her everywhere even in my daughters bed. This went on for a month and I decided I needed to stop it and went to see her, She said I couldn't stop and she would show my daughter the video if I tried. I laughed and said so what, but then she showed me more videos, this time of us fucking and even the one of us fucking in my daughters bed. So what choice did I have I fucked her when ever she asked.
Then last month she told me she was pregnant and I was the father and then said she had what she wanted from me and that was it but she has kept all the videos
I am totally screwed

Recently I saw some episode of csi. At the end some guy was proven to have eaten mole poison. Then they showed mole poison, being called "mole killer".

This disgusting stuff was looking like... spinach. Poison being fabricated into small cuboids that looked exactly like spinach that is being fabricated(to be separated even after having been in the freezer) as cuboids.

The guy of csi knew it though and did it on purpose.

Now every time I see spinach in my freezer, that I bought weeks ago, that was not poison weeks ago, that is not poison now, I cannot eat it because all I think of is eating poison.

This might even lead to symptoms based on the placebo effect.

And it gets worse. For some weird reason I looked up this mole poison and I found something else: mole poison earthworms-like looking. The distributor was so proud to write that "they even feel and bend like earthworms and earthworms are mole's natural source of food". As if that wasn't enough he had a pdf-file titled: "What if my dog eats them?". The PDF concluded: "Your dog has to eat two worms to get sick."

Now each time I see earthworms-shaped jellybabies/gummi bears I cannot eat them anymore. Whereas this is not the worst thing, as they are unhealthy anyways; not because of poison but because of sugar.

The problem is, I cannot unthink those pictures. Everything that has any relateable form reminds me of them. And basically, what doesn't look like a cuboid?

Shit, I now realize that the keys of my keyboard are cuboids.

How do I get my realistic sense of form perception back?

pic related. 23y/o male - broken, tiny dick. my dick is sharply bent downwards when erect. been sterile all my life. fucked up, mole-riddled, tiny chicken-bones body, going bald fast. 5.6', weigh 51kg. virgin. I suspect autism and have massive social anxiety. unemployed, no college education.

how should i end it? gun? rope? jump?

pic related. 23y/o male - broken, tiny dick. dick is sharply bent downwards when erect. been sterile all my life. fucked up, mole-riddled, tiny chicken-bones body, going bald fast. 5.6', weigh 51kg. virgin. I suspect autism and have massive social anxiety. unemployed, no college education.

how should i end it? gun? rope? jump??

Well, there goes my marriage. Wife invited her co-worker over for drinks a few weeks ago, they both got pretty drunk. Wife passed out and I was in the other room – totally didn’t know my wife was passed out. Her friend stumbles through my house and found me messing around on Motherless lol.
“Oh you like porn, cool,” she giggled behind me.
“Ah fuck well, Mandy knows about me looking at porn,” I told her bluntly.
Angelica pulled half of her top down, “what do you think?”
I was stunned, nice perky tits.
“Nice,” I told her, “definitely pretty!”
“You want to suck on them?”
“Oh come on, no. I’m married where is Mandy?”
Angelica laughed and swayed trying to keep steady, “sleeping on the couch, she’ll never know.”
She walked up to me and put her small tits in my face as I sat in my computer chair.
They were soft, and my tongue and mouth were suddenly sucking and licking at her lovely little tits.
She grabbed my crotch and massaged my cock through my pants, panting for me to fuck her.
I unzipped my pants and pulled them down, she lifted up her little skirt and pulled her undies to the side and sat on my hard dick.
Let’s just say I came inside her twice, and before we were done I came in her mouth.
Her friend stopped off at my house before my wife got home from work and rang the doorbell, so I answered.
“Hey, um…”

“You ok?” I certainly was thinking about inviting her in for another fuck but my wife would be home in a few minutes.
“No. I’m pregnant. You were the first guy I’ve been with in 6 months…”
I must have looked as white as a ghost. I couldn’t speak.
“Fuck,” I finally said.
“Yeah, you did cum in me a lot. Don’t get me wrong, I liked it but… now I don’t know what to do.”
“Look I’m married, I can’t fuck that up.”
“She knows, she has known for a while. Your dumb ass left a picture on the iCloud and she saw me and your cock.”
My heart stopped, and the world started to spin.
“We’re going to need to figure out what we’re going to do,” Angelica stated bluntly.
“You can get rid of it, and I’ll pay for the abortion.”
“Talk to your wife. You’d be shocked what she’s been up to,” she hinted.
“What?”
“That little mole right next to her pussy on the right side… I’ve seen it,” Angelica blushed and turned to walk away.
I stayed silent. My wife was fucking a woman?
So we’ll see what happens when she gets home. Now that I know her and Angelica have been fucking, at least I’ll have some ammunition.

Need help finding a amateur couples webcam video. Appeared in favorites from 11/26 - 11/28
Details:
Dark hair girl with round ass grinding with a ugly man, blowjobs, spooning, then sex. Man was wearing a white shirt, hairy, ugly and had glasses. They were on a bed with a massive mirror attached to the end, and the video was recorded on a apple laptop as seen through the mirror. The video was something like 40:00 to 1:20:00. It was a video and the girl in it seemed like someone I know from the university.

Please help me find this, I feel bad for not favoriting it or bookmarking. If found, will post pictures of the video and women side-by-side to prove authenticity. They both appear to have the same mole on their left cheek. Thanks

My first upskirt video. great ass. love the mole on her right cheek.

I saw a video and a few pictures a while back with this very cute brunette teen. But I wish i saved them. I'm wondering if she sounds familiar to anyone. She had pretty decent size tits with pink nipples and birthmark (might have been a mole) on her shaved pussy. She looked to be around 18. All amateur. Anyone?

my wife has a mole on her pussy , i wish it would fuck off back to the garden where it belongs. (the mole not her pussy ) although? hmmm! must admit the mole is kinda attractive .

hey everyone i really need help finding a video i saw a few days ago in the live video section. ill describe it the best i can in hopes someone knows the link to it.

it is a video of a teen girl sucking someones dick on a staircase that is inside a house.
she is wearing red sweatpants that are hollister or one of those company's.
its about 7-8 minutes long. she focus's on the head of his dick most of the video.
and the dudes dick looks like its got a few moles on the shaft. the girl looks like shes asian but the lighting is dark so who knows.

any help is greatly appreciated, i've spent alot of time looking for it ever since i saw it

looking for a video of a girl that starts off by being interviewed. she was young had see through panties in the beginning and had a hairy pussy. if i recall right she said something about living in a farm town. and i think she had a very distinguishable mole. she seemed shy at first but them seems to open up... literary lol

i have a serious prob
every time me and my i have sex with my sister i beat the shit out of her.
i dont like doing it, but it just happens. like the other night i just came and after we went into the normal routine of "oh we shouldn't have done that" and whatever when she lies down her hair sprawled around her head like a halo, and she goes" well at least you didn't freak out this time, and as soon as she said that i punch her in the chest with the force of a thousand wild bulls, there majestic testicles floating like swings being pushed far to hard!! and she is all gasping for air and shit going you cock sucker fucking mole penis.

it's really degrading, how do i get her to stop this?

Does anyone else have a mole ontheir penis cause I do and am very insecure about it.

I know you won't believe this one, but here it goes. Once about 20 years ago when I was about 18 years old, I touched a girl's nipple!

I was in the hospital after having fell down a flight of stairs. There was this nurse named Wanda who was about to retire (the poor dear was about 70). Anyway, she leaned over to fix my sheets, and her boob brushed against my arm! I focused my attention on the big mole on the side of her face and tried to count the hairs coming out of it so that I wouldn't get too big of a boner.

I know some of you will say this is bullshit, but I swear on Yoda, it's all true!

I just wanted to buy 6 months of premium to support MoLe.
But since you only accept Credit Cards and nothing else I can't.
Sad. But true

is it bad that i get REALLY turned on by the Japanese pornos of the girls getting mole**ed and r**ed. i mean, i look them up often and they drive me wild, i can't watch a scene without my fingers doing some walking on my vagina...
i feel like a bad person, but at the same time, it gets me hot and often i wish i was one of the people doing those bad things to the girls!

This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is
forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.
She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by
jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real
violence... aside from the rapes, non-consensual sex
and bondage, that is.

AFRICAN DRUM'S - Part 1

Kristen had whined the entire week before they
left. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight,
and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally
snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili
dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of
a holiday.

For once, though, her parents had held firm. They
intended that this would be a good old fashioned family
holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed
them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and beg-
ging had managed to sway them.

Thus she was now standing on the runway in a
baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at bag-
gage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible. It
was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of lug-
gage sitting beside him.

Kristen herself was very far from invisible to the
baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused,
astonished and wondering Africans within sight. If she
noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after
all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same
way.

She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning
young woman. Her development had started early. Even
when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity
was such that she was taken for a girl several years
older. She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at
her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways
to her benefit.

At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking
her eyes. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing
clothes and positioning her body in such a way that
older boys and even grown men would groan and flash
carnal visual images in their minds.

By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an
expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering
men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body
to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard
steel of their prongs.

She'd lost her cherry before entering high school,
to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F
to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with
them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers,
combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.

For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub her-
self against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs,
or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off.

She'd gotten great grades in High School without
having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard.
Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer
group in school, few openly questioned her methods for
academic achievement.

It was the same in college. She'd started just
this year, and had found the college professors even
more willing to come under her sway. The high school
teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and
even after she passed the age of consent, of firing,
if caught with her.

College teachers didn't really have to worry
about that. Affairs between students and teachers
weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what
she offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry
about consequences.

Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her
tight short shorts and her purple tank top that was
cut off just below the breasts, she was the near
perfection of a sexual creature. She didn't even have
to try and pose anymore. Any position she took could
automatically bring males organs to erection.

Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's
Ivory Whiteness, gleaming with health. There was not a
pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was tall
and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a
ballet dancer.

Her breasts were large enough to cause double
takes, but not large enough to detract from the perfect
symmetry of her shape. They were high and perfectly
round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved,
even during arousal. Her nipples were tiny pink nubs in
the exact center of each breast, which, when hard,
lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out
hard and ultra sensitive.

Her legs were the kind that made men run into
poles, so transfixed were they by the long gleaming
contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and
sweet and lovely knees.

Her ass would have won awards if such were given,
and if she had ever deigned to enter any contest. It
was the perfection other women longed for, had opera-
tions for. Not an ounce of fat, not a hint of imper-
fection marred her sweet and sumptuous buttocks. They
were more perfect in their shape when she slouched in
her sneakers than most women achieved in six inch heels
and tightly shaping pants and jeans.

Her face was the profile of delicate loveliness.
Her eyes were wide and bright, bright blue. When she
wanted, they were the eyes of an appealing child.
Within an instant they could turn sultry and wanton.

Her nose was a mere button, a little snub thing
that made the women sigh and smile. Her mouth was nar-
row and luscious, her lips full and sensuous, her teeth,
brilliant white perfection. Taken as a whole, her face
was enough to make grown men and women weep, the men
with regret, that they would never know her intimate
acquaintance, the women with amazed jealousy.

Her hair was the perfect frame for such a won-
drously sculpted visage. It was chest long and as
feathery soft and fleecy as the finest silk. At the
same time, it was luxuriously thick, cascading around
her head and splashing over her shoulders and down her
chest and back like a lustrous waterfall halted in mid-
fall.

All of these taken together drew lustful and en-
vious stares and gasps wherever she went, and contri-
buted to what was, admittedly, more than a hint of
arrogance, haughtiness and vanity. Being rich always
tended to draw people into immodesty. Being rich as well
as stunningly, dazzlingly, ravishingly, gorgeous, gave
her an ego hard to reign in, even on those odd occasions
when she tried.

Of course, her luscious silhouette and mouth
watering face were not the only reason she was drawing
stares at the moment. The main point of attraction
for the Africans was her hair, which was a bright, but
not unattractive shade of pink.

If she had been aware of the amusement, or con-
fusion her hair color was causing, she would have simply
sniffed about the crudeness and lack of sophistication
of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the
world she happened to be, whatever she happened to be
wearing was THE height of fashion, and that included
hair coloring and style.

She was not aware of the bewildering looks though,
since all her attention was focused on herself, and the
unhappiness and uncomfortableness she was presently
feeling. These were not things Kristen was normally
forced to contend with.

Seldom in her short life had she been refused any
pleasure, comfort or want, however fleeting or tran-
sitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons
favors and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was
her parents most important demand. Nothing was denied
her.

Of course this went a long way to explaining her
self indulgent nature, her selfishness and vain outlook
on life. Kristen was about as spoiled as any human
being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow
as a dried river bed.

Though she was far from stupid, an original
thought had never crossed her pretty little mind. She
followed the dictates of her social group to the
letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to
be "IN."

Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna
that was permissible, but out in the open, in her
clothes, it was utterly intolerable.

"Dadddeeeeeeeeee," she whined. "Can't we go in-
doors where it's air-conditioned?"

"The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart.
It's hotter than out here," he replied.

"Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In
her experience all buildings were air-conditioned. What
kind of a place was this?

"Ahhh, here comes our driver I think," her father
sighed with relief.

Kristen turned to see a boxy looking car racing
towards them in a cloud of dust. She squinted her eyes
against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth as
the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small
pebbles and dirt all around.

"You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded.

"I am."

"Righto."

A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to
stand in front of them. Kristen looked up in disgust.
The man was in his early thirties, tall, with coarse
dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap
brown short sleeved shirt and dark green pants tucked
into boots, not even designer boots.

He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type
way, with a thick, barrel chest and enormous, biceps.
His hands were big and rough from work, and his chest
hair curled out through the half open shirt. Kristen
wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out
his big hand at Taylor. "I'm Joe Steel."

"How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands.
"This is my wife Lucy..."

"Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and
forth in front of her face to stir a little breeze.

"And my daughter Kristen."

"Hi there Kris." he grinned, his eyes sliding
quickly and appreciatively up and down her body.

"Kristen." she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach.

It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to
begin with, and nobody dared call her Kris.

With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their
bags one and two at a time, and tossing them into the
rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed not
even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly
done, whereupon he jumped into the drivers seat to
await them.

Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and
Kristen carefully stepped in.

"Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained.

"You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning!
What a laugh!" He then proceeded to laugh, long and
hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three pas-
sengers were thrown back against the weakly padded
seats as the Rover bumped and bounced across the dirt
field and out through the airport gate.

In a short length of time, they were driving
through an incredibly dirty and tacky looking excuse for
a city, with hordes of Black people wandering around
aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language
that Kristen knew wasn't French or Italian, the only
two acceptable languages other than English.

"How far is the hotel?" She grumbled.

"Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous.
We're heading right for the jungle. We'll pick up the
rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland."

"You mean we'll be traveling in this?!" she de-
manded in astonishment.

"That's it beautiful."

"But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!"
she exclaimed.

He looked back at her in irritation. "And just
what's wrong with this? This is a helluva fine machine,
girl. It'll take you through damn near anything without
stalling."

"How long do we have to be riding around in this
thing?" She demanded.

"This is your ride for the duration, Princess." he
grinned.

"Daddeeeeeeee!"

"Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a
Rolls in the middle of the jungle," he tried to placate
her.

"Couldn't you get something that was at least air-
conditioned!?"

"You'll never get acclimatized with air-condition-
ing pinky." Joe grinned.

"What?"

"He means you won't get used to the heat,
darling."

"I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamp-
ed her foot on the floor.

"You ain't got no choice there, pinky."

"Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously.

He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper.
She folded her arms tightly, despite the heat, and sank
back in her corner of the seat, determined to sulk un-
til she was back home again. The Rover continued to
bounce along until they reached a small village outside
town.

There they stopped. There was six other four wheel
drive vehicles there waiting. Joe looked at them in
disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and went to
the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously.

"You told me to find everything on the list and
bring it here with drivers." The man in charge said,
shrugging.

"What in hell was on the friggin list?!" Joe de-
manded. He poked his nose inside the rovers and jeeps,
his face growing more and more incredulous.

Finally he came over to stand in front of Charles.

"Are you nuts?" he demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"What in hell is all this junk? You got furniture
here, fer chrissake!"

"Yes, a few tables and chairs, and cots."

"Tables and chairs!"

"I suppose you've never sat in a chair or at a
table." Kristen sniffed, disdainfully. Joe glared at
her, then turned back to Taylor. "You have any idea
what this is costing you?"

"Of course I know." Charles said with dignity.

"How about how long it's gonna take us to pack up
and set down?"

"I'm sure they'll manage."

Joe closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"It's your funeral," he said before finally,
stomping over to the other drivers.

"Really." Lucy said. "Couldn't you have found a
better guide, Charles?"

"He is supposed to be the best, my dear."

"He smells badly." Kristen sulked.

"I dare say we'll all smell badly soon." Her
father said, altogether too happily. Both women looked
at him in disgust.

They bounced down dirt roads for several more
hours, with the other cars riding along behind. They
left the road then, going through the jungle on even
more bouncy trails. Just when she was certain she
couldn't take another minute, they stopped in a small
clearing by a river.

"All right. We're here." Joe said in obvious re-
lief. He almost dove out of the rover, moving as far
away from Kristen as he could get. Never had he had to
bear such a constant unending barrage of whining com-
plaints, and snotty comments.

If she had known the fantasies he'd used to try
and block her out for most of the afternoon, Kristen
would have been outraged. In truth, they weren't all
that different from most men's fantasies about her,
except for being considerably more violent.

The dozen natives proceeded to set up the camp,
which included two large tents, each ten feet by twelve
feet and tall enough for a tall man to stand. Inside
each they carried a large round plastic bathtub, which
they set up in a curtained corner, along with the
portable toilets.

They attached round curtain rods to the tubs, then
put on the curtains. A pipe with a shower nozzle on the
top was put into place, and a generator to power the
pumps, along with other gear, was started up. One large
vehicle was entirely filled with big drums of water,
which were rolled over and attached to the pumps.

Joe sat on the front bumper of his Rover and
watched in stunned amazement as the tubs, along with
tables, chairs, benches and cots were all unloaded and
brought into the tents. Each time Kristen saw him, she
turned up her nose and sniffed in disdain. Joe imagined
what a good sturdy leather belt would do to her round
little behind.

The Taylors wandered around, enjoying the scenery,
what there was of it no further than a dozen yards from
the camp at least. Kristen accompanied her parents,
shrugging and sniffing at everything they pointed out.

He's got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere,
Charles had said, since of course they'd brought por-
table propane stoves and lanterns for heat and light.
The fire drew the only appreciative statement from
Kristen Joe had heard all day. She'd allowed that it
was "OK."

Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all
retired to their tents and the pumps started up. Joe's
mind filled with the image of the pink haired girl
having a shower and despite his irritation at her,
found his loins stirring.

Normally he wouldn't have dreamed of it, but the
little bitch had been such a snotty little thing that
he almost felt she owed him one, a look that is.

With nobody in sight, he unzipped the tent and
poked his head inside, then walked in, poking his head
out to be sure nobody had seen him. He moved across
the room to the little curtained alcove, then looked
inside.

The curtain that ran around the tub was in place
and water pattered off it weakly. The pumps were only
as good as the power source which had to be small
enough to cart around. Still, a good spray of water
enveloped the girl as she stood under it.

The plastic curtain was solid, and only her shadow
showed through. Not a man to hesitate, Joe wandered
across the few feet that separated it from him and
pulled it aside slightly.

Her back was to him, and what a back! Despite his
many experiences with women he had to swallow a sigh of
appreciation. He shook his head as his eyes beheld her
beautifully proportioned body, the lovely round swells
of her buttocks and magnificent legs.

She turned and he let the curtains fall. Then
opened them a crack. Her head was tilted back and her
hands were rubbing shampoo through her long hair. He
closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again.
No, he hadn't been imagining.

"Good Christ!" he murmured, his voice easily
covered by the sound of splashing water. What a body!
His eyes lingered over her upturned breasts, looking
even more golden and perfect as she unconsciously
thrust her chest up and out.

Her belly was smooth and flat and looked like the
softest thing on earth. Her damp pubic hair, she was a
blonde, he saw, barely covered her dark little slit as
she stood with legs slightly apart.

The water trickled off her gleaming wet skin,
giving her a slick, oily look that set his heart pound-
ing and his cock pulsing. It was all he could do to
keep from jumping in and screwing her right then and
there.

Luckily, he was a strong man mentally as well as
physically. He backed away and stumbled out of the tent
his eyes wide and dazed. No matter her personality
flaws, he was going to have the little bitch if it was
the last thing he did!

He set out to please her as soon as she returned
from her shower. His attempts to curry favor and amuse
her failed dismally however. She was used to men trying
to charm and please her and was in no mood for it. Be-
sides, he was as far from her type as it was possible
to get without actually being ugly.

His smile became strained over the course of the
evening, as his most gallant, courteous and congenial
attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversa-
tion, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks,
arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.

He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that
night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she
repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent
he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When
she haughtily summoned him to her tent that evening, he
was in no mood to be pleasant.

Her constant sniveling had driven him to tear into
his stash of brandy far sooner than normal, and he was
ready to bite somebody's head off. None would be better
than hers.

Kristen was wearing a light white designer shirt,
that, because of the heat, she'd completely unbuttoned
and then tied together below her braless breasts.

That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two
tight sacks that became translucent as she sweated, did
not apparently occur to her, and if it had, she
wouldn't have cared. Tormenting men, even ones she dis-
liked was commonplace to her.

Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored
things currently in vogue in California, and looked
preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur to her.

"What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing
through her tent flap.

"This thing doesn't work." she complained, point-
ing at the shower.

"So what do you want me to do about it?" She look-
ed at him like he was exceedingly stupid.

"Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word careful-
ly as she stared at him.

"It ain't my shower." He glared.

"You were hired by my father..."

"To guide you through the jungle. You want a
plumber go and find one."

"How dare you!?" she glared in outrage.

"Oh stuff a sock in it." he snapped.

"When I tell my Daddy..."

"You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you
want you silly little cunt. I'm tired of listening to
your whining and bitching and complaining!" He moved
right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches
away. She backed up in consternation, but he kept mov-
ing forward until she was backed against a table.

He jammed his face right up against hers. "Your
shit don't stink! Do it?"

Kristen's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. No-
body, but nobody had ever talked to her like this
before.

"I... I... I..."

"Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining
voice!" He shoved his face even closer, forcing her to
bend backwards across the table.

"You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever
seen in my life! You and your Goddam bathtubs and God-
dam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What kind of a
crazy wears pink hair anyway!?

"It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered.

"Style! Ha! " He backed up slightly, his eyes
glaring as he looked her up and down. "And your
clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off
your fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone
that takes notice!"

He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her
back. "What you really need is a hard belt across your
dainty little rear end! Or better yet a good hard cock
up your tight, cold little hole!"

Kristen gasped in shock, her skin flushing red in
embarrassment and outrage.

"I bet for all your showin' off your still a
stinking virgin!" he snarled.

"I... I am not!" she whined.

"Bullshit! I can't imagine you letting any man
between those legs of yours!" He reached his hand down
and cupped her left breast through the sweaty
blouse. "The only one that's ever touched these are
you!" He sneered, again putting his face right up
against hers.

Kristen was now terrified. She was in a situation
she'd never faced in her life. Someone didn't like her!
Someone was being mean to her, yelling at her and call-
ing her names. She didn't know how to deal with it and
gaped at him in shock, not even trying to slap his hand
away from her hot, sweaty breast.

"What about it, little Miss Ice Queen?" he smirked.

"Or are you a lesbo? That wouldn't surprise me. A
man hating little homo!"

"A... am not!" she whimpered.

"Yeah?" He curled his lip into a sneer, then
abruptly, jammed his big hand down the front of her
shorts. The button tore off, popping across the tent
as his hand forced into the thin garment. Kristen
gasped again, her eyes staring down in shock.

Joe's hand slid right under her panties and cupped
her bare flesh, squeezing up against her pussy mound.
His eyes continued to stare into hers and as she looked
up, she felt held there, her own eyes unable to pull
away as his fingers began to rub up and down over her
cunt.

End Of Part 1