. Varuthu da( Iam cuming)… Ahhh.. Tight ah pidichiko Prakashh(Press me tight).. Ahhh.. Yeahh.. dear.. Please kiss me.. Tight ah pudi.. Press me.. Ah...hhh.. Am cuming Prakash.. Haaaa…She started to kiss me vigorously stopng all my moves. She took me in her control and I inserted my fingers inside her pussy and caressed and felt her orgasm. She was damn hot. I was feeling warm in my fingers. She bit my neck and chest madly and shouting.. Ahhh… I love you da.. Hmmmm… She leaned back resting on her. We commented to each other about the cute girls and guys hawking their products at the various booths. Both of us wondered what it might be like to have one in our room with us for the rest of the weekend.Then reality hit when we found the line to get our goodie bags, filled with flyers, coupons, our race shirts, and bibs. We picked those up, walked around a little more then off to find something solid for a light lunch. With that accomplished, we went shopping, drove the race route, then back. Inside, I was alight at the prospect of being alone with my tomboy again.Sara was an anomaly at our little school. Recently transferred from St. Jude's School for Girls in Piscataway, New Jersey, she was a hesitant troublemaker. Hesitant, in that she made trouble only when provoked, which appeared to be all too often, and certainly one of the reasons she was with us now instead of with her former teachers.The problem was, Sara was the proverbial tomboy. Tall in stature--5'9" if I remembered. Her glasses and book bag gave way she was studious. She wore the same exploration outfit as Jane, but unlike Jane she wore underwear. "Sarah?" "Jane! We've been looking all over for you! But I see now why you've been gone." She led with a smile looking down at Tarzan's meat. "We followed the becon you left but when we reached it you weren't there. We continued looking through the jungle for you and found your clothed s**ttered in different places. We know you like to go nude but we thought you.