I guess I'm just not that good an actor. "Sorry, I just can't keep a straight face. Don't worry about it. I've been wracking my brain over this and al... I came up with was to do just that, be myself. Just let it go and see what happens. Just because I have been in her head doesn't mean the situation has changed. In fact, that was the whole point of the second visit, to try to get the situation back to where we could just act naturally and see how things went. One thing is for sure though.". "I'm not a beaver!"I crouched down and grabbed his ankles. I shot back up, flipping himupside down, and raised him way up, spreading his legs wide. His shriekwas manna to my ears. I observed his petite schlong sticking out."What do they call this? Yes, a clit. Lovely beaver you display."His stomach growled. His bowels rumbled. He farted. Boy did he fart -- right in my FACE! Pewwwwwwwwww! The longest, smelliest fart ever!I dropped him and whipped my hand at my face, fruitlessly trying. That was probably what Brian was fucking before he met me. I felt like a treat, I just wanted to please.Me and Brian had a pleasant conversation as we drove up north. Supposedly he had a nice secluded area for us, and he did. The truck drove and drove, and finally parked into a spot at a truck-stop. Brian then looked at me and started pulling the blinds to conceal the windshield and windows. After he was done, no one could see what was happening in the truck.“I sleep in my truck on these long. Father returned and we had dinner and then went to bed. Hema made herself comfortable on the floor. My mother had given her some bedding and this she laid down on the marble floor of the hall. As was my habit, I used to go to the toilet around midnight, that day was no exception. It was dark all around and I took the torch.I had to pass by the hall to reach the toilet and while doing so I happened to point the torch unintentionally at the girl on the floor. The sleeping beauty was in seventh.