A tight blouse showed off her budding breasts and tight, short, jean shorts accentuated her legs. She caught her breath. She came. I’ll tell her I just went home, and that we didn’t do anything. Like she’s doing you a favor. She was incredibly tight. “You’re weird,” she said. I don’t want to go back to school a stupid virgin. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”
“Why?”
“Because I have to pee, and I don’t like to use my camper’s water supply if I don’t have to, or walk to the toilets every time I have to drain the snake, OK?”
She giggled. The fire crackled. Wearing the same blouse and tight shorts she wore yesterday. Her breasts were small, but round. “Is this cum?” she asked. “Lubrication. Twelve maybe? “Thanks,” Mary Ann said. Tempting and dangerous. He made her wait. How many kinds of sex do you think there are?”
She looked at the ground and mumbled. “I want to suck you again,” she said, before taking his semi-hard penis into her mouth once again. He set it on the table untouched, more on her side of the table than his.
