She arched her back until she was only touching the rock with her heels and shoulders, her fingers buried deep inside her as she came. "Oh sweet Jesus..." She called out. "Oh Lord make me ccuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!" Her hips crashed back down onto the rock and her vagina tightened its grip on her fingers and yet she never quit teasing her clit even after she finished coming.Breathing heavily after her orgasm she neither heard nor saw the boy standing partially hidden in the woods spying on her as. They're quite big. I've been staring at them for quite a while now. Can I touch them?- Better. Lick them. So I took her shirt off, then her bra and those big, juicy tits just dropped in front of me.I barely could fit one in mouth and started sucking the hell out of it. In the meantime she started unzipping my pants and slowly stroke my cock. It grew in her hand almost instantly.- Let me suck that big head of yours.- Oh God. I want to fuck you. Suck it just a bit and then bend over so I can. Since there were no pipe connections on the bath and sink I made up a short pipe with old tins. The run-off made from some short pieces of tin into a soak well that I dug out and covered as I did the latrines. Making sure that it was covered with earth as it was close to our living quarters.Jane was quickly picking up English, and I some of hers but I find it hard to get my tongue round some of the words. We can now make up small sentences, sometimes using the wrong words, but at least we can. “I wish you would quit with Fugs, I do have a name you know,” I sulked. “O.K Frannnnncis” Eric smiled at me, staring at my full cleavage. My heart melted and my pussy tingled. He was too damn cute for his own liking. “Fuck it. Call me Fugs if you want, anything is better than Francis,” I said, returning his smile. We began dating after that, but never once went out. Our nights consisted of me staying in his low lit basement at his mother’s house. I won’t lie and say it didn’t bother me that we.