She came in the door taking off her heels and complaining that her feet hurt. She chatted for a minute, then fixed herself a fake mixed drink and sat ...eside Al. She sat chatting, sipping, laughing with them until her drink was gone. She got up to mix another and flashed her red panties at Brett. They sat, she sipped it down and left them to change. “Dude! Red Panties”, Brett said! Al laughed, “Man! Get out from under her dress. Told you can't fuck her”! Brett said, “can't fuck her cunt! But I. Are you saying how you kissed me and all of that you didn’t mean it?” Jasmine wanted to rage at him for leaving her alone for two weeks.“It was different once you were gone. I meant what I said; I just had to wrap my mind around it. I need to talk to you in person. This is too hard to do over the phone.”“Ok but I’m still mad at you,” Jasmine said then the phone was silent. “I’m at a friend’s house this weekend. I haven’t told her who I was calling. I’m in her back yard and I could get away for. The structure in the field grew closer. It was a wooden shed, and Vivian thought she saw some kind of movement around it.***Rob stretched and yawned. He was bored out of his wits. There was never much to do around the farm, especially such a small, decrepit farm in the middle of nowhere, as was his father's. Rob was 23 years old, thin and wiry, but with a hint of beer belly already showing on him. He was hanging out behind the shed with his 28-year-old cousin Jake, who was visiting from the. Why did I ever agree to this?” I thought to myself as I lay in the tent, tossing from side to side while my friends were nice and snug in the trailer.“You’re going to have lots of fun, you’ll see” they said.“You have been cooped up in your house far too long, you need to get out, get some fresh air” they said. “And there are lots of women at the campground” they said.“Sure, whatever”! I thought. “They each found one and that’s how I ended up in the tent and they were happily fucking in the.