I decided to explore the area closer and seen that a tree had fallen just a short distance down this trail that followed into the woods, just a shot d...stance in from the above bridge it was covered and very concealed by a thick canopy of trees. My kinky mind began to race with all kinds of naughty ideas. I soon rushed back to the car and drove out of the under side of the bridge and parked the car down the road and across the hwy at a closed outdoor building dealer, I stuck a note in the window. We turned into the parking lot fronting a nondescript strip mall. Jenny navigated the lot and pulled into a spot near a beauty salon before replying. ‘Look, you’re from — wherever — and I live here. We both knew this wouldn’t be more than a short fling. I know the love you feel for me, Linnea, I’ve felt in the way you’ve touched me and the way you look at me. I saw the way you went out of your way to help a girl you hadn’t even laid eyes on before yesterday.’ The look she gave me went straight. Pretending nothing had happened, we marched out of the cooler and went on with our day. I thought this would be a one time never-speak-of thing, so I blew it off. It was never spoken of, because words did not cause this fling to continue, but silent gestures, bodies barely brushing together, and the need to work discreetly in that cooler. We made quick make-out sessions, I lavished my tongue across her thick bottom pout, I copped a feel of her generous booty, but she remained passive with her. Stupid, I know, but nonetheless effective. But the next sight I saw was NOT what I was expecting. I turned around to face Morgan and said, “Sorry about that, maybe I should jus-“ Morgan kissed me on the cheek, jumped back, looked down, obviously embarrassed, and quickly said, “Thanks, Ryan.” And ran inside. That started the confusing feelings I had for my, for all figurative sakes, sister. I treated her as such, and visa versa. I texted Morgan later that night;“Hey, uh… what’s up?”‘nothin . how.