Her muscles convulse once more, her toes curl as the waves of pleasure reach her extremities. She cries out in a low, guttural groan that fills the ho...se. Her stomach muscles pull the object in once more, where it pauses for a second, before moving again. She is hit by a third wave of intense energy that courses through her body. She shudders, her fingers trembling, her muscles tightening under the strain. It draws to a close, her entire body goes limp as her blue eyes open, her face serene and. My cock got back into action again. But she didn’t seem to care. Instead, she pushed me under a tap and let the water run over my body. Her petticoat was also getting wet. I wished she remove that also.But she hiked it up giving me a nice view up to her knees. A little touch and I would have cum. But I didn’t dare to in her presence. She started applying some cream to my hands. She applied it everywhere including my armpits. I badly wanted to cum now.She pulled me into a standing position and. ”I walked into the master bedroom leaving the door open a crack, I could have easily showered in the master bathroom, but I wanted to leave my remnants in the bathroom I knew that Aiden used.I smoothed a vanilla scented lotion all over my legs and arms, and between my legs and quickly slid on a pair of short black pajama shorts, forgoing the panties and added a pale pink tank top, neglecting to put on a bra. I unclipped my hair and allowed it to tumble down my shoulders in soft waves. I walked. "Way not good." They each tried to remain calm, but couldn't help laughing as I picked it up and inspected it in horror. I thought it was a bit funny too, but now I was stuck with wet clothes for the rest of the night! "It's okay," Seth said. "It's not raining anymore. And I have some firewood in the car. Not much, but we can maybe get your clothes dry." But even if we dried them, they were partially muddy and disgusting. I really needed to learn how to camp. On the other hand, having only wet.