Iknew I was going to cum in those pretty tights Danielle had given me, butI couldn't stop myself.I heard myself on the TV say I liked being her pantyb...y, and having herpinky in my ass. I heard me say that I loved the taste of my own cum.With that, I came in my tights. Danielle pulled me into her pussy andcame on my face. She released my head, and soon we were both panting.Danielle looked down at me with a smile. It faded quickly when she sawthe mess I had made in the panties."What the hell?!?. That was the start of it. She had no great difficulty seducing me -- why she wanted to at first falls somewhere between amusing and kinky. I am convinced she truly enjoys sex and plenty of it, but only on her terms. She is easily bored and perpetually in motion. Since we arrived in the Catskills, she has hiked every trail, gone swimming in every body of water, and found all sorts of amusements I never knew were there. The locals love her. Why not? She loves to spend my money, and she is. I felt her hand, which was cool and soft surrounding my cock and she started pulling on it.I pulled away and looked into her eyes. “Please, let’s go inside. I want you to fuck me, I NEED you to fuck me Pete.”Instead I pulled away and slid one hand behind her to grasp her shoulder, then pushed on the opposite shoulder as I pulled her around to face Scout. I then pushed her face down on the hood as I reached down and pulled her hem again so the bottom of her sweater dress was laying on her. The girls had talked about how much fun sex was and this was nothing like that. If this was sex, it was the last time she would have it.Several hours later Aunt Jen dropped by. Aunt Jen was only 21 and Linda could talk to her about anything. She was really cool.Quietly in the living room, Linda told Jen what had happened and how she really never wanted to have sex again.Jen was a little surprised but not too much. She understood the problem and had a solution.“Tomorrow you and Bobby are.