It was different from the night before. That time, they devoured one another in celebration of their defeat over loneliness. In the morning shower it ...as a sharing of sensuality. It began with their flesh pressed together in the waking bed. It heightened as the lake chilled them in their nakedness. They swam together like Adam and Eve; the sights and sounds of the forests enlivened primal instincts. The warmth of the shower touched new nerves.They weren't very interested in washing themselves,. Suddenly he hears a rustle in the bushes opposite him. A man steps out. He looks Asian, and is wearing a polo shirt and a pair of baggy striped shorts. He’s got his hand down the front of his shorts and is vigorously fondling himself. The Asian looks straight at him and grins, before unashamedly unzipping his shorts and pulling out his erect cock. It’s not huge, but big enough. The Asian strokes it, rubbing his finger round the smooth helmet. He doesn’t quite know what to do. This wasn’t part. You were never really dating* Brandi,” he tried to tell himself, but even in his own head, he knew that didn’t justify his actions. He loved her - he’d loved her since they’d first met. Being with Rita had been wrong. On some level, he’d always known that, even as they were knocking demonic boots.But over the last few days, he’d gone completely out of control.Almost overnight, every girl at their school seemed to have gone through a growth spurt; everywhere he looked, he’d seen boobs and butts. It was cut very short, and shaved at the sides. She was evidently a natural blonde. She stood in front of me, her hands in my hair again, pushing my face into her warm pubes. “Lick my cunt, Wendy, put your tongue in. I’m wet for you. Lick me!” She parted her thighs, and ground my willing face into her moist slit. The dark, heady perfume of her juices filled my lungs, intoxicated me. She hunched forward, and I craned my head forward, then squeezed my tongue between her.