Jim seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he played there for several minutes. My eyes had to be misted over as he swirled his finger in among t...e curly hairs of my snatch. I keep it trimmed close, not waxed; but trimmed really close, maybe only a half inch of true hair. More like the stubble of a bristle brush.I could feel his finger brushing across the tops of those hairs beneath my panties.Finally, I felt a single finger slide to the inside of my far thigh and then pull the crotch of. Sure I had made as ass out of myself many times before but this was different.This was down right humiliating.Jake must have sensed the painfulness of my embarrassment.Honey, I think you are done drinking, don't you? He said it with a chuckle, but I hadn't heard thatFuck you! I shot back.I walked toward the edge of the woods. Finding our dish tub there, I filled it with a bit of water and washed my self. My pissy clothes even smelled of stale beer. I thought for sure I would puke. I thought. I jumped out of the blanket and shook her awake. ‘What is it?’ She asked, and her eyes widened as she saw my panicked expression. ‘The house is on fire. We have to get out.’ I told her quickly, trying to seem calm so she wouldn’t panic too badly, but inside I was screaming at her. She jumped up quickly and started for the door, grabbing some things on the way out. I ran after her, still choking on the smoke I had inhaled. We ran out the door and into the woods. I didn’t know where we were. Ich sah ihr Pisslöchlein. Dann hielt sie das Bierglas vor und aus dem Pisslöchlein sprudelte fast weisser klarer Saft. Es floss alles in das Bierglas. Als es voll war drehte sie den Hahn ab.Sie stellte das Glas vor mich, setzte sich an den Tisch. Sie schenkte sich aus der Flasche ein und prostete mir zu. „Wenn du getrunken hast, ich nochmal nachschenken.“Ich setzte das Bierglas an. Es roch leicht nach Pisse, aber schmeken tat es leicht salzig ansonsten war es fast wie Wasser. Ein Someljer würde.