Mom wasn’t around. I looked around in tent. She was outside probably. I felt horny the moment I thought about her. But first I decided to pee. As I ...ead out of the tent, I see her sitting around. “I needa pee. Will be back in a minute” I waved her. She smiled. I could hear some rustling of leaves from behind while walking. I knew she could be following me but I pretended to be unaware of it. I crossed 3 trees, a distance far away from tent. I unzipped my pants. I was about to start when I. Her father was principal violinist with the Los Angeles Philharmonic, her mother a cellist with the same ensemble. Although she was a pretty good pianist, singing was her true love, and her parents encouraged her to make a career in music. Sasha wasn't interested in opera, a fact that caused concern with her father. He had wanted her to become a soloist, but her mother only wanted her to be happy with singing and in life. When Sasha became enamored with rock 'n roll her father disapproved, but. I picked her up, still inside of her, and carried her to the couch, where I dropped her and continued plowing her sweet little teenage snatch, like a madman, as I suckled her big shaking tits like a hungry baby. I finally came like a geyser, as she moaned in satisfaction, and I bent down to lock tongues in a deep, passionate kiss. She tasted like a combination of beer, cock, and cigarettes. I loved this trashy whore, like I had no other. We immediately decided to clean each other off, in 69. I have a confession to make," I whispered. He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. "I-I-I..." "Yes, Jenna?" "I think I'm in love with you," I mumbled. He took a few steps away from me, and rubbed his brow. "Don't be silly, Jenna, go upstairs and get some rest. The heat must be getting to you." "No!" I said firmly, "I've loved you for as long as I can remember, and I want you..." I took a few step closer to him, this time pressing my body against him. I could feel his well built chest.