We changed, fixed our helmut hair and joined the girls to help prepare dinner. At least two cocktails ahead of us, the girls were laughing and gigglin... like a pair of teens. They always got along, but I had never seen them so comfortable and engaged with one another before. Alex and I toasted the girls on how beautiful they looked and we sat down for yet another delicious meal together, complete with plenty of stories, laughter and wine.After dinner we all watched the last moments of the sunset. Several times in the summer of her fifteenth year, she rode her bicycle over to Walden Pond, not to go swimming, though that was what she told her mother, but to walk where Thoreau had walked, sit where he sat, and try to feel what he must have felt, but the best she could manage was a sickness at thinking what Thoreau would have thought if he were to rouse from his grave of over a century. Old Henry wouldn't be very happy, she realized; things had changed a lot, and changed for the worse, and. She pulled the gag off of me and I said I can see Keith sent me something nodding toward the hicky mark. She glanced down at it then slowly crawled into the bed she made her way up to my face and just before she sat her pussy on my mouth she said he also sent you this then she sat all her weight on to my face. Her nasty cunt had a strong order of a man on it. She ground her crotch back and forth on my mouth. My face was covered with the mixture of Andrea's pussy and Keith's cum. She worked. She was really going to let me fuck her. She put her foot all the way to the floor, but then lifted her other foot up. I realized that she liked being spread open like that but was just tired of standing on one foot. I grabbed her knee and lifted spreading her slit open again. Then I began my wild stabbing trying to find her hole with my cock. I finally reached down with my other hand and met her eyes. Her look told me "yea put it in" even though I had just been down with my mouth, I still.