He stroked her back, and whispered her name. She sniffled, and wiped at her eyes, led him to a bench and sat down beside him. They held hands for a lo...g time before either could speak. ‘You are as lovely as your grandmother. You have her eyes.’ He stroked her cheek, and kissed her forehead. The Princess wiped her eyes. ‘Mother – mother is dead,’ she sniffed, lowered her gaze and whispered, ‘I killed her.’ A heavy silence weighed down the room. ‘Tell me the story,’ her grandfather said, his hand. I grabbed a snack bar from one of the coolers, then walked off into the woods so I could relieve myself. I had to use some big leaves to wipe myself clean, but that was ok, it just meant that Brad would have plenty to smell should he pop his nose back in my butt sometime later today. So not having any toilet paper just sort of worked out for everyone I guess. And yes, I would’ve used some had some been available. I couldn’t, though, because all the toiletry supplies were in the SUV, so… The. You moved those lips wonderfully across my lips softly until I was sure you were just teasing the hell out of me. Your left hand brushed my hair and settled at the back of my head and held it tightly as you pressed you full lips over mine. I could feel your tongue snake across my teeth and over my own. Your moved your mouth to get a better grip and drew your breath inward sucking me with you. I reached behind you and felt your warm, round, firm ass and shapely hips. You ground your cunt forward. She was, and still is, a beautiful woman. To say she was unsophisticated would be putting it mildly. Her father was a mechanic, and a real good one. Her mother was a cashier at a local retail store.I had been drawn to Brenda because of her beauty and her figure. I was twenty one and she was nineteen. It didn't take me long to determine that Brenda was quite uncomplicated. She had struggled to get through high school, mostly because she had difficulty reading. Her vocabulary was somewhat limited.