The view was spectacular. We had rented a camper, grilled huge steaks in front of a tiny pocket lake and had just finished dinner when it started rain...ng.It was a soaker of a gentle rain, with huge, warm raindrops that we scrambled inside of the camper to escape. We took off our wet clothes and looked at each other.I can still remember the look in those huge, innocent gray eyes as he spoke to me. “See ... I told you it was gonna rain,” he said.I kissed him. I couldn’t help it. I was always. He moved slowly at first, gradually going deeper and deeper until his hips were hard against me. Soon he was pumping harder and faster, working up to a body shaking power-fuck. He kept this up for what seemed ages and the shocks of his thrusts were making my whole body jerk. When he was close he pulled out and as he took the condom off I slipped under him saying "in my mouth". His first shot hit my lips and as I got my mouth tight round his cock he shot many more jets of cum. I was eagerly. "Becky, what you have described to me is perfectly normal behavior. You may have an unusually strong libido, I don't know, but your actions are NOT sick." "You don't understand," Becky responded with exasperation in her voice now and determined to make the slow counselor realize what she was getting at. "She's a girl, I'm a girl so maybe I AM a lesbian. Besides that, I did the same thing when I kissed a boy." "Everybody gets turned on now and then...." "Not like I do Mrs. Johnston. I do it. There was a cock inside her house. Her fathers. A cock she could see, touch, maybe even taste if she was lucky and bold enough. Despite all her efforts, those flaming ideas consumed her. She had all the information she needed. She knew during summer he enjoyed sleeping naked, she had, years before, accidentaly walked in his bedroom in the morning, what led to another useful information. He never locked his door. And also slept with a lamp near his bed. But most importantly, she knew whenever he.