Oh, you moan as I gently run my finger in a circular motion. I continue this as I suck your titties. Oh oh Connie it's so good, and you come for me. I...continue to rub your clit and then I penetrate you with my middle finger. You capture my hand between your thighs and you give a little shudder. uh oh oh. As I add a second finger Your moan becomes a little grunt, ugh ugh ugh ugh as I fuck these two fingers into you. Ugh ugh ugh. Mom are you OK your son asks from the hallway. I'm OK honey, go to. Anyway, we added them to our selections and now our tree house occasionally rang with "Roll me over, in the clover," and similar verses. I suppose it's fortunate we were far enough back in the woods that neither of our parents could hear our presentations.By early October the weather was cooling once again. We were talking one day about how we probably wouldn't be able to use the tree house much longer this year when Erik suddenly stopped and stared thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "You know,". All I could focus on was the delicious sensation of being felt up and the growing wetness between my legs. Some fingers slid up under my skirt and began stroking my soaked pussy from behind. I let out a little gasp, but I could not help it. I was finding it harder to concentrate. Reaching my hand back, I felt for the hard cock I knew was there. I heard a grunt as my fingers found the huge bulge in his crotch.I managed to squeeze and stroke it without taking the attention of the other. After what he has been through he's bound to be a bit weak and unsteady for a few moments."Nodding numbly, and feeling the long red tresses slide across her bare shoulders, Jason moved to help Celine with his body. Silently Jason had already decided that it must be a dream. Though a much more tactile dream than he had ever experienced. She could smell the garbage rotting in the alley, and feel the heat, though neither seemed to particularly bother her.By the time that 'Jason' was back on his.