Once again, he was telling me I looked beautiful, but there was nothing inappropriate about what he said or any kind of sexual innuendo.That Friday, I...ran into Uncle George at Starbucks. He bought me a Frapp and we sat at a table under an umbrella outside. I told him I was flattered by his sponsorship offer, but I didn’t see modeling or pageants as having a place in my future. I was planning to attend one of the serious academic universities, but I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to study. "She's making me get so wet," Meg, whispered in my ear, "I think I'm going to cum soon." Do you like that Meg? I think you do. I think you like the idea of your best female friend fucking your ass. Let's see if I'm right," Sid whispered loud enough for both of us to hear. Sid placed her hand under Meg and pressed it softly against her belly. She slid it down and under the triangle of material that covered Meg's womanhood. Sid gently spread Meg's labia lips open and inserted two fingers. "My,. Ordinarily I would be carrying it in case the night air developed a chill, or more truthfully, because I was a little reluctant to reveal too much flesh. That evening however, emboldened by my plan to start a sexy new makeover, I had ventured out in just a sports crop-top and navy blue track pants; hair tied back neatly in a pony-tail.Feeling the air clearing my head, I filled my lungs and fast walked down the grassy towpath, lost in the peaceable sounds of nature around me. I found myself. The fact that I had to continue paying for the lock shop’s expenses might enter into the equation at some point.I awoke just before daylight. The bathhouse was empty which was what I planned. I had slept very well and the early morning shower was even more refreshing since the night hadn’t cooled off much at all. The weather was actually beautiful for camping.After my shower I pulled on a pair of clean red gym shorts over my underwear for the walk back to Bertha. After I made, and drank. a.