That old creek will wash everything further down into the hollow." Sam's right," Hank added. "A lot of water from a heavy rain collects and funnels to...that little tiny stream. That's another reason why nobody ever builds there. Hell, half of what you build would be washed away.'"Mother, what are we going to do if the van is washed away? We still have a lot of our clothes in there," Sarah asked."I'm sure everything will turn out just fine. Right now we should just be thankful that we have a dry. He now leaned over and once more I felt the magic of his lips as we kissed for several more minutes as he continued to jerk off my cock. When we finally broke off Walt had me slide off the sofa and onto the floor as he stood up next to me. I reached up and took hold of his stiff cock and began to stroke it a little. After a minute I stopped as Walt now sat down beside me and placing his hand on my cheek, drew me into and again we kissed passionately. When we stopped, "I wanna suck on your cock". "Ready for Question #5? It's a short one: Spit, swallow, wear that spunk like something from Proud Mary or he's not getting that until he puts a ring on it?" Spit," Tina quickly announced."It should be, 'he's only getting it until he puts a ring on it,'" Wendy said. "What about you, pervert?" She looked at Bethany."I don't know," she said. She didn't and that was the problem with her playing this game. Before arriving at college, Bethany had been with one guy: Thom Marks. Their first time was. Soon she was straddling me, her skirt settling around us as she rubbed her panty-covered pussy against the crotch of my sweatpants.As I kissed her neck and rubbed at her breasts through her blouse and bra, she sighed. “Oh, I want to do this again, but I also want you to get better first. You might not last otherwise.”I sat back. “Huh?” I could feel myself starting to get tired again, and it was getting hard to think straight.She got off of me and arranged her skirt. “Go home, Tom. Come see me.