She whimpered as she felt me touch her nakedness and my fingers parted her soft wet lips. I ran the tip of my fingers between her soft folds, feeling ...he heat boiling up from deep inside her. She moaned again as she felt me gather up some of her moisture and rub it over her throbbing clit."Your pussy is wet, Emily," I growled at her, our foreheads touching and our lips mere inches apart."Yessss..." she sighed, trembling."Say it." M-my... pussy is wet," she breathed."Yes it is. Is it wet for me,. We had sucess fishing a few and he showed me how to cook the fish over a fire.I thought it was disgusting at first to eat them 'raw' like that, but idid not want to pussy out, so I ate them too.After a lot of talking about casual stuff we started talking about girls.I have never had a girlfriend, and i wasn't sure whether to pretent.Mike went: "Well, you know, I had to dump my last one. She wanted me tocommit to her, but honestly, that was never part of the deal.I hate it like they are okay. She continued, "you know I could tell the first time we met when-" she stopped "Look me in the eye when I address you." I complied.She started again, "As I was saying, I could tell the first time I met you what kind of guy you were. I know all about guys like you." Yes ma'am," I said again."Don't call me ma'am, you idiot. I'm ten years younger than you. Call me....Miss Pamela. Is that understood?"Holy shit she was sassy. I was completely transfixed. I think a part of me hoped this would. I persisted and pestered until she finally agreed to let me join her in the shower, she had been under the flowing water for a bit so her skin was glowing, more so on the sunburned areas which highlighted the ‘tan lines’, she was a one piece swimsuit girl so this meant that from halfway down her breasts to the top of her thighs was still pale although as I say these were now warmed and reddened by the hot water.I began by soaping her back from her neck to the top of her bum, then smoothed my.