We'd talked about our sexual exploits in private, but actually being there and touching her while it happened was a different story. Then, that sweet...southern belle said to him, "That was amazing, baby! Being out here in the wild has got me feeling a bit wild myself, so I have a special offer for you. If you'll go down on me right now and clean me up, I'll be your sex slave for the rest of this trip."He hesitated. "Uhh.. baby, I'd love that, but we're not exactly alone, and.. well, you. She turned, picked up the device, put her legs upon the love seat, unclasped and removed the bra and laid back against the arm for comfort. She switched on her temporary lover and placed it firmly, but gently, against the damp of her panties.  By this time, I had let my robe fall open and I was lightly stroking my cock in awe of the spectacle before me.  She turned her head, smiled wickedly, and watched as my strokes became more rhythmic.  “The view is better over here”, she whispered.  I. "Where's your housemate?" I enquire. "Tyronewill be back later, don't you worry," he tells me. 'Tyrone?' I think tomyself as I begin to panic. John used to hang out with Tyrone Wood atschool. He used to bully me. Last time I saw him he was 6"4/6"5 andmuscular. I peer round the room and see a photo of our old high schoolfootball team, for which he was their star player."Don't worry," Clare tells me as I feel myself starting to do that exactthing, "he's been told all about you and he's eager to. "I was a little unsettled by their conversation to say the least. Ofcourse, I could understand her mother's concern. There I was - overtwenty-one years old and an adult by any measure of the law. Dannie wasscarcely more than a child, really. At fifteen, she wasn't that far awayfrom pigtails and dolls and Mary Janes. But she was a well-developedfifteen; anyone could see that. And I wasn't so old that I didn'tremember being fifteen and watching girls my age awakening sexually. Andsince girls.