We never challenged her to see if she would really do it. I run to the door as she starts to close it like a big prison door that is about to slam clo...ed. I make is just in the nick of time. I rush over and am the first one at the table. My father looks at me with a big smile. "You always were my favorite." He and I laugh. I never know if he is telling me that or if he tells all his kids that.I sit next to Bobby at lunch. We are talking about many different things as we go. I start to think. She tried to think of the right strategy, she could slowly bring him to it, which hardly ever worked with them because he had really good control. Alternatively she could suck and blow him like a Bangkok hooker and get him to come as fast as possible. In her fantasies, she’d always fancied herself as a Bangkok hooker. He came around with a start, ‘Hey,’ he said whipping off the bedclothes to see Cathy leaning over him with his penis in her mouth. She withdrew it and carried on pumping it.. I acquiesced.Amy spread out her sleeping bag on the ground next to my cot.“Do you want my cot?” I asked as I settled back on to my bed.“No,” Amy replied, “I’m fine.”Amy settled on her sleeping bag and thanked me for allowing her to feel safe. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she turned on to her side, facing away from me, her long legs extended out on the sleeping bag.A war raged in my mind. She was so very sexy, yet innocent.“Do you think I’m sexy?” Amy whispered, still facing away. If I was wearing panties they would have been soaked through. Instead my pussy was wet and open to his nimble fingers. He put one arm around my shoulder and drew me close to him."Are you hard?" I whispered, my voice nevertheless sounding very loud in the small confines of the boat house."Yes," he gasped, his middle finger slipping between my puffy cunt lips."Did you like the taste of my pussy?" Jesus, yes. Did you like the taste of my cum?"I smiled. "Jesus, yes." Then we were Frenching again,.