Vincent was startled out of his musings by a cracking sound.Both men looked up.The young woman crashed through the bushes and stumbled into their camp... Her breath was rasping in out of her chest, and she looked exhausted. She glanced over her shoulder and continued to stumble forward, as if on her last legs. Ty caught her in his arms, to stop her.“No, no, no,” she cried and tried to wrench free.Ty wrapped his arms around her struggling body and shushed her gently, “Hey, hey, you’re safe, you’re. Again I thanked her.She told me to go get my bathing suit and that we could change in her bedroom. I went with her. Her bedroom was fantastic, she was fantastic, and I wished that she were my older sister. When I told her that she just smiled at me and said that she would like that very much too. Then she suggested that I call my mother and ask permission to spend the night with her. I did and mom wished me a good time.Bambi undressed in front of me as if she did it all the time. She really was. Almost too overloaded to do anything, Mark looked down at the lovely sight of her firm, shapely breast hanging down as she knelt over him. Too addled to exercise his usual caution about initiating intimacy with her, he turned his hand over and cupped her softness. She gasped and halted her stroking momentarily, then gave out a small hum and resumed her motion. As she masturbated him, she unconsciously moved her shoulders to increase the pressure against his hand.He was too far gone to respond. Satisfied (or perhaps out of memory) he breathlessly asks to sit with me. I nod again, and he haltingly tells me of my beauty or the special quality that he has captured. When I refuse to look at his efforts, he is frustrated for a moment and then relaxes, knowing that he can sit and stare at what he already has on disc to his heart's content. He doesn't realize he is the one until later in the day, when I invite him to accompany me. He grins with anticipation as I put my top back on and go to.