She whimpered, begging him to go harder, faster, slower, deeper all at the same time. A soft pop announced when he’d finished with her from the back...Ginger felt his erection pushing into the soft flesh of her ass cheek at the same time Caleb was running his hand over the flat of her stomach and reaching for her clit. He rolled it between his slick fingers and she moaned slightly. His dick was beating against her like a drum, begging him to give it to her good. Ginger agreed.“Oh God,” she. My fingers slid in and out of her, sometimes quickly, sometimes very slow, opening my fingers as I pulled them out, stretching her opening. A few more minutes went by (10, 20, 30 minutes who knew?), and instead of the babbling brook music we were listening to, I was enjoying her moans and sounds of her shquishing pussy. I switched hands, and began to coat my shaft with her juices. Working my way on the table, I pushed her left leg out of the way, switched hands, re-coating my cock and then. Her darkness was her domain and she used it like a cloak to cover up her emotions.On the outside, she was as calm as ever, but inside her innards were a seething, churning mass of chaotic feelings that ranged from her customary self-pity for still be a dratted virgin to her constant worry that she was not dressed properly or had been tagged in some way that made her look ridiculous to the casual observer. She knew her biggest fault was that she was so obsessed with what other people thought of. Um, what were you doing in the broom closet?’ ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ I said primly. ‘Let’s just say I had some thinking to do and wanted the privacy.’ ‘Okay…’ I smiled at him and patted his shoulder. ‘Nothing to worry about. These aren’t the droids you’re looking for. Move along.’ His eyes crinkled as he laughed. ‘Whatever you say, Obi Wan. I’m no match for your Jedi mind tricks.’ With a grin I went to check on Helen. She was awake and looking good. I reassured her that everything.