" she whispered in my ear. Taking my hand, she led me to the bed.She guided me to lie on my side and she herself lay beside me. She shuffled her self ...ight up against me…her wet panties rubbing against my leg. She leaned in and laid a kiss on my lips. She slipped her tongue passed my lips and explored every inch of my mouth. Still kissing me…her hand made its way down to my crotch grabbing my stiff cock though the silk constraints. She squeezed my throbbing penis…hard…causing me to moan in. Looking down I just remembered my bald coochie. I still wax regularly. I don’t know why though, I haven’t had sex in a year. Heading to the shower I prolong the inevitable by getting the water just… right. Looking at Brad, he is at least 200 yards away and working on putting the tent up. I finally throw the towel to the side and stand under the water with my back to Brad soaking my left side, trying to conceal as much as possible. God! My ass feels like a giant flashing neon sign.. I quickly. Same frizzy orange pigtails, same glasses, same freckles. She may have gotten an inch taller. The only real change I noticed was that she was starting to develop breasts, which didn’t surprise me, having seen the giant cans her mother carried around. And judging by the way Becky’s track suit fit, she was getting fat. “What the hell, Becky!?” I demanded.“Nice to see you, too, Gweg,” Becky jeered, and smiled, her braces gleaming in the winter sun. Still having trouble with r’s and l’s, I thought. "No,” she said, “We can't do this. I'll get pregnant. Stop, Don, Please!"He acceded to her wishes. "Okay, okay, I'm pulling out,” he gasped with clenched teeth. But she felt the streams of hot sticky sperm in her crotch as he slid his penis out of her and they pulled their bodies apart.“I didn't come inside you,” said Don with labored breathing. “I’m sorry, Maggie. I didn’t mean to…It’s all right. We're going to get married.”Maggie retrieved her panties and frantically began wiping away the.