“What the hell,” I said to myself and closed the door. We started driving. The longer I sat there the more I questioned my decision. He would spee... up, then slow down, cross over the center line and then over correct and dust would fly as the tires hit the gravel shoulder. “Hey, man, are you okay?” I asked. “I could drive if you wanted to take a break.” Ignoring me, he reached into the cooler on the seat between us for another beer. I had to do something, but what? “We’re outta beer. I’m gonna. For the next game. This was a version of spin the bottle, with a twist. Everyone was in a circle, boy girl, and the bottle was spun. If it was pointing to someone of the same sex, it was turned to the person to their right. Then a card was pulled from a stack, one for women and one for men and it told you what the two had to do, "Kiss for one minute," etc.As the newcomers, we were to go first, and being a gentleman, I let Amy spin first. She spun the bottle and as luck would have it, it stopped. Wiping his cum on my hand I reached down and rubbed it over my tight little hole, spreading his warm cum back up over my cock and balls and moaning as I touched myself. He lay next to me on the bed and I felt his fingers between my legs, I opened my thighs to let him get at me and felt his finger probe my tight little bottom. I moaned and he kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth as his finger pushed deeper into my hole. I reached down and started to stroke his soft, sticky cock as he. ..can't! Please don't make me!" The desperation in her voice drives a stake though my heart and I just want nothing more than to protect her and fix whatever is hurting her so much. I stroke her wild mass of soft dark curls and kiss her on top of her head. Easing my left hand under her hair, I slip it around to the back of her neck and start to massage her there. Hoping it will help calm her down some so she can tell me what is going on. I kiss her head again, breathing in the scent of her.