You aren’t gay are you?’ ‘No, it’s just that cute young blondes with prime b-cup tits and incredibly tight arses don’t excite me.’ ‘Are ...ou sure? Something’s poking into me and I don’t think it’s your finger.’ ‘That happens every morning.’ ‘It didn’t happen in the cabin, I peeked.’ ‘You just want me to tell you that you are the sexiest woman that I’ve ever woken up beside.’ ‘Only if it’s true.’ I turned away and said softly, ‘It’s true’. ‘In that case you don’t have to close your eyes this. Then I moved my body down a little and my peepee started rubbing against the inside of her right thigh. It felt so good I started humping it and after 30 seconds or so my tiny peepee squirted a load of cum all over her thigh and the bedsheets. Well, she threw a hissy fit – all upset and angry that I didn’t "de-flower" her and that I had made a mess on her thigh and on a small area of the fresh bedsheet. In between sobbing and screaming she made me get a wet towel and clean up her thigh and damp. Seeing a bruise probably caused by rough play I traced it first with my finger and then with my lips. His skin had this clean smell that I took a moment to inhale. Finishing my ministrations, I placed a little kiss at his nape for good measure. Turning to his side he drew me to him and we nestled there, doing nothing more than that. We fit together perfectly. ***** ‘Marie, wake up love.’ Steve shook me gently. His face partially shadowed with the gathering gloom. I shivered with the slight. Neither of the girls bothered to dress after the shower, but left the bathroom to find Meg and Monique sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Meg had also left her clothes off, though Monique wore a tee shirt and shorts."Oh come on," Lissa teased her. "Follow the dress code." Someone's got to answer the door when Sandy gets here," Monique explained."I'm sure she won't mind," Meg smiled."No, but until we open the door we won't know if it's her. What if it turns out to be a door-to-door.