Even with the raincoat covering her, Logan could tell she had a figure. She would be sleek and sexy underneath. He wondered if she shaved her cunt. A ...ot of women did; he knew from all the porno filth he got out of dumpsters. She could easily be one of those women. She didn’t look cheap, though. Bimbo-ish. She looked sensitive and intelligent which made her even more sexy.She reminded him of a school teacher he’d had. He’d always fantasized fucking her. But this bitch was a whole lot fucking. Sometimes she even allowed her garb to be slightly wetted so that it would be sheerer to their view and give them a better sense of her female goodies. She was much agitated with passion in her thought and in that special place between her legs by their devout attentions. She would find the need to repair to the solitude of her cabin bunk to relieve the pressure of her demanding female flesh. Her thoughts of her beloved Jeffrey were paramount in her mind at such delicate moments.Shortly after. A few days later I was in our backyard sunbathing. Mr. Hood saw I was there alone. He came over very sheepishly and asked if my parents were home. They were not. "Ahh Jim, I would like to apologize for the other night." Mr. Hood said in a sorryful voice. Since I had grown accustomed to Mr. Hood watching me I just said "It's OK." "Err. Last night was not the first time I've watched you masturbate. I've been watching you masturbate for several years now" Mr. Hood confessed. "I know and I. She carefully released her mouth's grip on the raging cock and re-positioned herself slightly to allow more of the meaty shaft down her starving gullet. Slowly, she again lowered her mouth around his prick meat. Deeper this time. Deep enough to allow her to still breathe comfortably, but the new angle allowed much more of his cock shaft to be engulfed by her hot, wet mouth. Slowly, and ever so carefully, she closed her lips around his cock once again and fitted her cheeks and tongue, fully.