I could tell he was having trouble concentrating on the road, so I wasn't surprised when he pulled over on a side street to park. Gibson was breathing...heavy. I thought he was about to come. He lifted my head and looked at me with a fiendish grin. "Get naked, slut!" I didn't question his command. I just quickly removed my clothes. I didn't raise my glance. I was totally submissive and ready for whatever Gibson had in store for me. He waited to see me start to tremble in anticipation as I tried. I pulled her shirt off and undid her bra. We sat there grouping each other half naked. her naked bodie on mie was the best feeling i have had since saturday when we were exploring each other for the first time. I removed my lips from hers and started kissing down her neck. She started to lay back opening her legs and gasping for air. I kissed her breasts. I grabed the right one and sucked the left one. after half a minute of this i would swap. My tongue tracing circles around her nipples. She. He was clearly dehydrated enough to be in danger. He'd hate to see the color of his pee, but he knew he didn't have enough fluid in him to be able to. Besides, he could smell that he'd already voided everything in him.As he rolled over to the edge of the bed, the dried remnants of his illness crackled as it peeled from his skin. There were no words to describe the ickiness of the situation, but he had more important things to consider than that.Rolling over, he got his feet under him, and then. As I was growing up, I lived in a very rural area, and sex was a topic that was never touched openly. My parents never told me anything about sex. At school, our health teacher talked briefly about sex in a couple classes (one about male anatomy, and one about female anatomy), but the topic of intercourse, or other sex acts was never really discussed. We were all left to learn about sex on our own, usually through older brothers and sisters or friends telling about their experiences.I had.