So Sara walked barefoot out to the small kitchen and grabbed her backpack off the table and slunk back to her room. She climbed into her bed and pulle... out her homework. There was no telling when her Mom would be home, or even if she would come home that night. Since the divorce she had become more promiscuous, and went out partying more than her 19 year old daughter ever dreamed to. And so she sat up in her bed staring at an open book, reading and filling out papers and taking notes.. She pulled me up and ran her hand on my chest and then down on to my manhood. She stopped at my tent and started pulling my dick head and started pulling and pressing on it and messaging my balls. She almost tear my pant and almost shouted “take this off u..” and she pulled my pant down together with my boxers.She was startled to see my 7 inch sprawling cock and she started running her hand on my meat frantically. She was really being aroused and was enjoying each bit of our time together. She. The vibrations were making me feel more and more excited. He looked into my eyes. I didn’t want him to see my excitement. I stared back into his eyes, and all that he saw was that I desired him. He noticed my desire and moved the massager to the front of my thigh. A moan escaped my lips. I could feel the dampness starting to form at the crotch of my panties. Oh god this man knows what I want. He started to move the massager over my womanhood. More moans escaped my lips. Oh that felt so good.. ...and then silence.When I awoke in the hospital, the doctors insisted that we had been lucky. If my reactions had been a second slower, it was likely that we would both have been killed instantly. In the event, however, I had sustained little more than some cuts and bruises and a fractured arm. Max had fared a little worse; a few cuts and scratches and a concussion caused by her banging her head on the windscreen, but we were told that she would be fine after a few weeks of rest. I was.