If it was a sprinkle, we could go out and do some exploring, but that wind is creating some large whitecaps on the lake.”“Well, we’ll just have ...o make the best of it. I’m going to read my novel. What are you going to do?” Ron asked.“I’m going to do a little wood carving. I usually don’t have the time it takes to make something at home. I might as well take advantage of this opportunity.”I grabbed my knife, a piece of wood, and then returned to the shelter of the tarp. I could see already that. I would have my wife give a show thatthis young man would never forget, nor would I. I turned my attention back to my wife's performance -- the internaldebate, if you can call such a one-sided argument a debate, had lasted onlya second. She had bent forward to give me a fairly complete view of herbreasts hanging down below her neckline. She was also unknowingly givingthe stranger a good view of her rear end; probably even a tantalizingglimpse of slick pink flesh between fringes of red hair. I. .. I need it... please... "Whether responding to her pleas or not, Sam gradually sped the movements of his tongue and fingers. Gina began to toss her head from side to side, almost feverishly, groaning at the feelings pouring through her. She was so close... she could feel it approaching... it was building up in her."Oh, fuck, oh, God, Sam, oh!" she screamed as the orgasm seared along her overstimulated nerves -- a surge of ecstasy that grew, and went on, and on, and on."Oh, God, Roberto,". Kathleen had come a long way from when she first started seeing him, and the outbursts were becoming less and less. In fact, most of the time, her more recent outbursts were nothing more than what could be expected out of any normal teenage girl. He had been thinking about telling her godfather that she need not even see him anymore. Now though, Thomas was finding it more and more difficult to even see Kathleen. His attention span with her had begun to dwindle to the point that during many of.