Other times, though, I dunno, she just seemed to NEED physical contact, and she'd slide over against me, letting me drape an arm around her, or she'd ...ay her head in my thigh, sighing as I toyed with her hair. We'd watch TV, and when a commercial came on, she'd roll onto her back, smiling. I couldn't help but caress her face. Trouble was, I was getting to want to caress more and more of her. What manner of magic was this little girl working on me?And then there was the day she wanted to talk. Hurricane Helms unzips his hurra- pants to reveal his erect hurra- cock just bursting to get out. He puts a hurra-condom on and slowly walks toward Mighty Molly who is still in her postion. Hurricane Helms hurra-glides his hurra- cock into Mighty Molly’s mighty-pussy and starts to hurra- fuck her slowly. Mighty Molly is riding with Hurricane Helms’s rhythem. Mighty Molly is moving her head all around as she has never felt something this good before. Hurricane Helms starts to hurra- pump faster. We didn’t wait until Friday to get started. Joan had done well packing just a roll-aboard size suitcase for the week. She wore comfy sweats—the same kind I was wearing. Mom, Dad, and Pey were also dressed in sweats, figuring we were all going to stink by the time we reached San Diego, so we might as well at least be comfortable. Joan had never traveled like this and couldn’t understand why we’d drive two-thirds of the way across the country instead of flying. I understood. With five flying it. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.Later that night Jayne woke me up and told me she was so horny it was hurting her like it used to before we made love the first time. We made love in a way that made me feel like our bodies were trying to tell each other that we loved each other more deeply that the frenzied banging together of bodies of lovers trying to keep the fire alive.Jayne rolled me onto my back and rode me very slowly, but she ground her clit hard against my pubic bone. She had.