Nice and slow rubbing my lipe before slipping a finger inside me. I was so wet thinking "oh my god I am cheating, kissing another man and having his f...nger in me."I sat on the bed told him to coem over I undid his jeans and sucked he dick slow.I took of my skirt and shoes, followed by top and bra so was naked, "nice bod" he said so yours I said. He got his kit-off and I wanked his dick as he got on the bed. He lied down and i got on top of hi, kissing long and slow and deep, whilst rubbing his. . and girls.We, on this trip anyway, were the youngest 'children' on board and curiosity struck after we had admired the bicyclists tickets for speeding in Montana."On the way to, or from, Butte there is this hill..." the stories all started with that. Eight miles long and steep enough for truck runoffs every mile, Montana posts troopers strictly for speeders. The hill has a sixty-five mph limit ... very enforced. Each and every ticket issued to the bicyclists was for at least 75."Didn't you. By seeing him i thought if i would have changed it will be good than i changed my mind thinking that he will think i have changed seeing him. In that movement grandpa asked to to change the berth as the old man can’t climb to middle berth i agreed and went to middle berth with my air pillow bed sheet to cover myself water bottle and magazine. Around 7:30 lights got off and 3 or 4 blue lights were on in the boogie.That boy was sleeping opposite of my berth. I murmur my self saying morning i. My father had an annoyed look on his face. Good. I wanted to spend time with the rest of the family. Pissing off my father was just a bonus. Harri and Sam gushed over their trip. Sam was excited by what he learned about the cooking. Harri was amazed at the sense of community, the many similarities to living on their commune. They replayed large portions of the trip and seemed as excited telling it as they must have been living it. The mood changed as Harri intertwined the fingers of her left.