The words and actions of the historical figures have been left unmolested for the most part, other than what might have happened here and there in the...dark. Within the context of this piece, most of the character interaction is fictional and the lesser players never existed at all, except by coincidence if it happens. There’s some French in this, which I’ve probably buggered, so I’ll apologize right now if I have. I was much more interested in the tight sweaters during my time studying French.. There had been no effort to pull her dress down after getting into the Vette and it was obvious where she wanted my hand. Laying my hand on her inner thigh she wiggled and squirmed in the seat kicking off her shoes so one foot could rest on the dash giving me full access. Almost immediately her hand fell on mine and she guided me inside her. Her hand then went to her clit which she began to rub furiously. Now was one of the times I was so happy I drove a pussy Vette, an automatic. My fingers. A customer of hers thought that it’d be a good idea for me to attend summer camp and he helped her make arrangements for me to go to a church camp. She thought this would take my mind off of my father’s suicide.About three days after arriving at the camp, outside the girl’s shower, I saw an opportunity to see my first naked woman. I climbed on top of a 55-gallon drum and peeked through the window. The showers were without stalls. There was an 18-year-old camp counselor I’d fantasized about, and. Eventually he started grunting like before. Before I thought to say anything Jake was cumming again deep in my pussy. I knew that was bad but it felt good inside me. A couple more grunts and he just stopped and laid on top of me. We stayed like that for a bit as the impact of what had just happened sunk in, pun intended. The moment was lost within seconds as we heard the garage door open. I could not imagine what my parents would say. We quickly got up and threw our cloths on. I could.