She quietly sucked me until I cummed in her mouth, then she moved up and french-kissed me, giggling softly as she passed some of my cum into my mouth....Well, maybe some guys would hate that but she made it feel so hot and sexy.She then bent back down and sucked me a minute more, then got up over me and lowered herself onto me and slowly, quietly fucked me until we both had lovely orgasms.After, she was laying on me as we kissed and I saw Danny looking at us while he slowly stroked. This, of course, made me the butt of many cruel and painful"jokes" by the boys, but I couldn't help myself. Fortunately for me, mydad was the preacher in the local Baptist Church, and so they didn't darebeat me up, or really get to me too bad. The girls, on the other hand,accepted me, more or less, as a friend. I jumped rope with them and evenplayed with dolls with them, when I could. Of course, as we all grewolder, and their thoughts turned to puberty and boys, I found myself moreand more. "That's three points," I said."Really?" She got excited. "Just for doing that? Maybe it's not so bad after all." The trick is doing that every time," I said."How long until dinner?" she asked. "I'm starving."She had to wait another hour and a half for dinner, which we did in our cabin after she pulled me toward it urgently, in case Blondie and John were watching. The wait was worth it, though, even if supper was served buffet style. The first night was steak, baked potato with a variety of. And went over to the local Bass Pro Shop to get a small 9mm for home protection.When I was ready to pay for the gun and bullets, the cashier said, "Strip down, facing me."Making a mental note to complain to the NRA about the gun control wackos running amok, I did just as she had instructed.When the hysterical shrieking and alarms finally subsided, I found out she was referring to how I should place my credit card in the card reader!!!I've been asked to shop elsewhere in the future.They need to.