"What is *that *suppose to mean?! I want to go back *home *-And stay!" the girl said."I'm _sure _you do. Homelessness cannot be fun. We'll talk about ...t. Later," the man said, turning his full attention on: "Are you going to stand there until you turn blue? Get back to camp: Now!!"+ + +The campsite looked like an old-fashioned army surplus bargain from last century.The boy had put on a heavy sweater, and was now pulling up his pants, "Dad, I don't mind her living with us: But I don't want to. I bring my finger back upwards and search out her firm little clit, moistening it with the juices from below, rotating my finger around it over and over before inviting a second finger to play along, trapping the little bud of flesh between them, pinching, feeling Beth gasp against my lips.Beth is writhing and twisting a little now, her feet on my hips, legs wide apart, the cotton of her panties tight against the back of my hand. I slide my two fingers down and push them slowly, and fully into. I then started speeding up, trying to make her excited to the peak and make sure she has just one orgasm the rest rushing to the brain, curing her of depression and sadness, and to my shock, she started leaking, 3 back to back orgasms, but, I pressed certain points on her head and boom, she stopped, and I could see her face go red, she was done, the treatment was done, blood had gushed to the right parts of her brain, making her smile for the first time in 2 years, since the baby’s death. She. "But you'd try it, huh?" Heather asked her."I'm not saying." Carla shrugged. "Okay, Suzy, truth or dare?" Uh, dare," Suzy grinned. "You were gonna ask me too, huh?"Carla just laughed. "Okay, so I dare you to kiss Pissie." You can't dare me to do that!" Suzy stared at Carla."What?" I asked, still trying to figure out if I'd heard the girl right."Yeah, you can only dare her to kiss you, not someone else," Heather nodded, being the expert. "Unless it's okay with Pissie, I mean."So then they looked.