Think I might stay here this afternoon.”As far as I knew Mike wasn’t sick, and he was in as good a shape as I was, so what was the deal? I figured...I’d let it go for now.“OK. I still feel like going, so I’ll see you later.”I didn’t think much more about it. With a wave to Professor Bertolli, I took off.It was late afternoon when I got back. I heard grunts and other noises when I got close to our campsite at the edge of the campground, screened by some bushes and our car from the rest of the. I pulled back and without asking I gently pulled her panties down her thighs and she happily stepped out of then and again threw them into the washer before standing up which is when she first saw how aroused I was.“OMG sir, WOW!!” she cried out as she saw my tent pole standing up sideways inside my shorts, her face lit up.. “Wow sir, you got a boner sir” she said with a giggle and I could see that my shorts were displaying a wet spot where the precum had leaked out, Daisy giggled.. “Maybe you. I’d wear a nice fancy/lacy bra and, the wet blouse would define it, make it stand out. If they bothered to look more they would see that the knees of my stockings were dirty and, sometimes, ruined. Sometimes, depending on how I was dressed or, how short the dress/skirt was, they could see some wet spots on the stockings from dripping or leaking cum. If I was wearing slacks [not often] there would probably be a wet spot in the crotch or back as well as some spots on the legs. It was all done for. You’re safe. I’ve got you.” He whispered.Her crying softened, She nestled into him and laid her head on his shoulder. Andrea drew a ragged breath. “I’m scared will you stay with me?”“Of course, here, lay back.”Mike got under the blanket and pulled her close. “Go to sleep I’ve got you.” He stroked her hair as he listened to her breathing. Eventually, it slowed and deepened. She shifted position and put her leg across him and mumbled a moment before starting to snore. He lay awake and watched her.