I felt sorry she was pushing herself into this brazen bit of peer exhibitionism.She wanted to be accepted. She wanted to be desired. She wanted to be ...alidated. And she had selected me. I shuddered. The games us kids played were all just so superficial!I sensed the crowd behind me turn and gaze at something new. They had been focusing on Dave, but now they were watching some newcomers approach: Bets and Daya sauntered into view. I turned, too.“Oh hey, wanna fag?” Dave offered. Bets smiled and. “Why are we yelling, it’s making me nauseous,” I shouted back. “I don’t know I’m freaking out!” I groaned, pulling myself to my feet and sat on my side of the bed. “Are you gay?” He laughed somewhat hysterically which made me turn to face him back startled, and threw his hands into the air. I couldn’t help but admire the ripples of muscle on his back. “Apparently, unless one could be straight and sleep naked in a bed with another naked man. Why, are you?” “I didn’t think so,” I muttered,. I liked kissing a great deal and I kissed plenty of girls, but as I gently fucked Mrs. Jennings and kissed her mouth she kissed me back with a passion I don't think any girl ever kissed me with such desire and passion. The older woman was running her hands down my back, down to my butt cheeks, back up my back, around my neck, and then she would repeat the movement of her hands on my body. Mrs. Jennings was making soft moans of pleasure, telling me how good I felt inside her, calling my name. Their heads were together as if they were having an intense discussion. Mike figured they were discussing him. After twenty minutes, they dropped back to where they were riding beside the wagon.The day slowly passed. Mike was concerned about Donna and didn’t want to stop for lunch. They ate more cheese and sausage while traveling.When it was about three hours before sunset, Donna asked, “How much longer?”“An hour or maybe two,” Mike said.“Will the bank still be open?”“I don’t know,” Mike.