I was starting to get nervous. “Not only is it your car that I described, but it’s your DNA.” Now I was really shocked and I guess I didn...��t hide it very well. She chucked to herself. “That’s not possible,” I said now starting to sweat. “Let me ask you a question,” she said, “are you a starving artist or a wannabe?” It suddenly hit me, the girl from the bar, but that’s impossible. She was 22 or 23 yrs. old, this girl is only about 15. Could it be her younger sister. My head. The sun was down and it was pitch black when we got back. We lit a candle and sat on the deck of the tree house which was two stories up. She was sitting between my legs with her back to me, I started grinding my hard cock on her ass again. She must have still been turned on from the river hike in the afternoon or the guys at the restaurant checking her out. We were both turned on and she told me to take my pants off, while she took hers off. I started tonguing her ass, she had her shirt. As I lay there on the soft rose petals watching you dry me off, I can’t help but start to wonder what is next. As you finish drying off my toes, you throw the towel on the floor beside the bed and reach on the night stand for the massaging oil. “Turn over on your stomach.” I do as I am told and then I feel the cool feeling of the massage oil running on my back and thighs. You start massaging my neck and shoulders first. Then my lower back in that spot just right above my ass.” Mmm that feels so. You stop messing with your fly and lay back down on top of me. Your thumb wipes at the tear stain on my face. You kiss my lips and look into my eyes. It feels like you can see into my soul. Every insecurity, every hurt, every fear and every desire. "Baby Girl, I will never let you go. Just don't break my heart." I smile and realize just as much as I need you, you need me. "Make love to me." I whisper and start working your jeans down your hips. I can feel your hard cock against my freshly waxed.