They were roasting two small animals. I was inadvertently upwind of them and so, never smelled the fire or roasting meat before I showed myself atop t...e rise. The wind carried the scent of both me and my horse directly their way. The Indian ponies immediately wickeder and looked my way. I was busted.I was close enough that with my blonde long hair and my clothes that fit tight enough, especially my top, that the two Indians who turned to look, pretty much had to figure me as female. They made. That thought alone spurred her on and she felt like being bad. It had been so long since she had any and for some reason this unexperienced boy had turned her on so badly that she could barely control herself. She looked at him, her dark brown eyes looking him over. ‘So you only moved here a couple of months ago right?’ ‘Yea. I’m going to the university down the street.’ ‘I bet all the girls there are all over you aren’t they?’ she asked steering the conversation towards sex. ‘Actually, the. ? No sooner had the door closedthan Camille had the backpack?s side pocket unzipped and the girl?s wallet out.She looked at the girl?s driver?s license. Susan Parks?and she really waseighteen?perfect.? She dropped thelicense in her pocket. Behind the license, four neatly folded one hundreddollar bills had been hidden. There were no credit cards, only a couple ofschool photos and a letter of award for the scholarship the girl had mentioned.Camille debated chucking the lot but decided a bluff. He told me that looking at playbacks of us two doing the forbidden things helped him get through during the weeks when Mom worked regular hours and I couldn’t take turns with her to keep him satiated. That didn’t make much sense to me, because even when Mom was working dayshifts, he would at that time usually spray his sticky milk inside of me on most days after he picked me up from school and before she got home from work. I didn’t point that out to him, though. Besides, I had quickly started.