Ricky had seen Traci coming. He had been sitting in his room up stairs. He'd taken the master bed room since his dad had died. It was, after all the room reserved for the head of the house. And as the oldest, Ricky was the head of the house. His face split into a sadistic grin. This girl was hot. He most certainly wanted to get a piece of her ass. And so he strode down the stairs, pointedly refusing to put on a shirt, knowing that he was a very well built specimen of masculinity. He had to be, living on a small farm. He wondered why Sasha hadn't answered, but he'd deal with her later. Maybe he'd fuck her ass as punishment. She never really did enjoy that. Ricky opened the front door, his eyes taking in Traci and her clothing hungrily. She was even hotter up close.<br/>"Who're you?"<br/>He figured it would be best to let her explain herself first. Not that Ricky would let her go before he fucked her. He always got what he wanted. It took time sometimes, but he always did. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in the wonderful curves of her tits and ass. Yep. He most definitely would tap that piece of ass at least once.