Have you done a lot with girls?"I didn't really want to tell her the truth, that it was all out of a book, so I said, "Well, some, yeah, I could show ...ou some more things than this." This feels so good, yeah, maybe I'll let you do that," she moaned as I could feel that her clit had swollen since I started.I slowly rubbed, keeping just enough pressure to make her squirm but I also didn't want to go too far because I'd read that it can really hurt if one gets carried away."I've just never felt. Helplessly, she felt herself responding to his kiss, her mouth opening to admit his probing tongue, her arms stretching up to tangle her fingers in the dark curls at the back of his neck. She felt his hand creep up and caress her breast and she moaned as her nipple reacted, once again, to manual stimulation.His other hand was busy at the front of his jeans and Storm hoped his cock was as big as his father's. She had abandoned reason - she wanted this boy's cock to fill the gap his father had. It had been a grueling, exhausting day. Now the children and most of the counselors were camped out in tents at the far end ofthe trail, probably sullenly singing songs around a fire. Lara, however, had drawn what wasreferred to among the counselors as guard duty: watching over the half dozen or so kids whowere attending the summer camp due to a court order rather than by choice. Had they been adults, most of them would have ended up in prison, but juveniles weretreated with far more. . primed. But if you come that quickly the next time, chances are you’ll be coming alone and leaving the Old Girl hanging.”“I think I can do better,” I told her. “Everything was under control until you started to come, and then you squeezed me so hard there was no place to go except to the finish line!”“So if I don’t get there, it’s all my fault, huh? Boy, you men sure do learn young how to pass the blame.” She was joking, I knew, but there was a large grain of truth in the statement.“Can’t.