Even with the drama of the last hour, it was Rose Ann who stretched out like a limp kitty and fell asleep first. I wasn't long behind her in finding m... rest.T-Minus 62 Hours...It was late in the morning when I woke. My little nap had done wonders to lessen my hangover and brighten my mood. At some point during our nap, my hand had migrated to cup one of Rose Ann's full breasts again. Apparently, my subconscious had boob-radar which guided my hand with unerring accuracy to the nearest available. When I returned I found my stepmother passed out at the kitchen table, unable to rouse her, I proceeded to carry/drag her limp body to her bed. I had my arms under hers and her head and torso leaning against my chest when I realized just how vulnerable she was. Being all of 18, it didn't take much to get hard back then and by the time I got her to bed, the shape of my 7" cock was fully outlined by my blue jeans. I looked down at her body and realized that I had a free play, like being in a. We fondled. We talked. Eventually we went to bed and that instant of coitus occurred. I’d gotten Alice off a couple times, so once she had me in bed and hard, she mounted and rode me until I came. Then we collapsed on the bed. I had dozed off when Alice made her exclamation of the noise.I speculate that the sound of the coqui frogs outside the cabin could be measured in decibels. The last time I’d heard anything that loud, it was attached to a jet airplane. But after nearly two months in the. She crawls over me and kisses me softly. Her lips feel perfect on mine, soft and sweet.“You’re a bad girl, Julie, being naughty like that right out in the open.” She squeezes my breasts outside of my shirt with one hand, supporting herself on the bed with her other. I’ve never been talked to like that before, but it makes me burst with lust.“I can be your bad girl,” I whisper, a little more confident than before.“Not a chance.” She squeezes my nipple through my shirt and I squirm with a.