"She smiled back tentatively, then lowered her panties. They fell to the floor, and in the shadows of her room I still thought I saw a wet mark in the.... I was growing hard. I looked up her strong, curvy legs, to see her thighs pressed tight together. "Now step up to the bed. Kneel on it, Cara." Her body was still trembling slightly. She nodded, but did not move. "Don't keep me waiting." Then she moved, kneeling in a most wonderful way. I stared at that brown butt, not believe how wonderful it. Suddenly I'm hornier than I was during the whole shagging. Cum had never really been my thing before. When my girlfriends told me how much they get turned on by freshly spilled sperm, I'd never really believed that.With both hands, I rub in his thick cum. He kneels beside me, watching me, his cock in his hand. My greedy labia soak up the transparent fluid. Everything is so wet that the rubbing makes squeaky noises.I continue to massage, until I get drier down below and the sperm is absorbed. Sweat beads down my neck to my breasts where it saturates my sports bra. What was light pink when I started, looks like a light red. My hair is in a high bun and my headband is soaked through. I continue down the trail with four miles left before I get to my car.As I continue on, I approach a steep hill through some dense forest, I begin to climb the hill slowly. My breathing intensifies as I come to the crest of the hill and surpass it. I descend down the other side of the hill and come to a. It was kinda nasty, crackly, and stuck my clothing together like glue. "Hang on a minute, Gram. I gotta wash up a little bit here first." I whispered to her. "What? Did the sand man visit ya last night?" she asked -- Thankfully she didn't see real well anymore. "Yeah, something like that. I'll be right back." There was always a basin and a milk can of water on the porch, with a floursack towel, and some soap, for everyone who was working to wash up in, before lunch and dinner, and I.