The thrill of her transgression was momentary, replaced by the steadfast determination to find Larry and offer whatever help she could. Larry’s response came as a small nod, his gaze lingering on her face. Larry knew why they were hard when he took the photo with his Canon DSLR camera. Even with the thought of Erin, every time Cheyenne turned something about her caught his eyes, be it her legs, her breasts, the ass cheek that played peek-a-boo at the bottom of her shorts or the naval ring that sparkled against her tan skin when the sunlight hit it just right. With a determined expression etched on her beautiful face. Larry wanted to reach up and pull on her nipples, to give her some pleasure, but being hog-tied, he was helpless to do anything but lie there and take it. Dressed in her normal fashion of extremely short jean cutoffs, where from the front you could see half the pocket hanging down and from behind, you could glimpse her ass checks where the shorts were cut just along the seam of the hip pockets.
