Mike should be here by then. Go watch some TV." Camping, Sally." Oh, I won't tell." Promise?" If you give your old aunt a kiss, yeah." You smell of on...ons, and you're not old." That's a no?" You bet." What's your Mum's number, again?" Come on then, onion aunt." That's better. You know what? You got attitude." Yeah, you taught..." You everything you know. Yeah, got it. Get out of my way. Go camp in the lounge for a bit, while I finish up here."Dinner was nice. Mike gave me a hard time about not. Lisa1996: that bitch. Adamistheman: no, trust me, that makes you even hotter. Lisa1996: really? Adamistheman: yes, I will train you to be a perfect little fuck toy I continued to push her, sensing she was willing to do anything I demanded. Lisa1996: <,blush>, Adamistheman: do you want to be my fuck toy? Lisa1996: God, yes. Adamistheman: send me a picture with something in that cunt of yours, fucking yourself while we chat Lisa1996: okay, give me a sec Adamistheman: no, whatever is in arms. ”I looked away and nodded. “Yes. Sexy.”“You should take your shirt off. It’s hot. Take your jeans off, too.”This time I grinned back at her. “Only my shirt. I don’t want you to get hot again.”Rachael laughed brightly.I unbuttoned and removed my shirt, sat on the blanket, and opened a bottle of spring water, drinking deeply. It was still partially frozen, the water ice-cold and refreshing. I sighed with pleasure.Rachael sat on the blanket, knees up, and admired the expansive view. “You can see. Alayna was hot with passion as her hands raced up and down Damien’s thigh and body. She kissed his cheek and neck that sent a chilling sensation up his spine. The moment he parked in the driveway she climbed on his lap and staddled him. Her dress split perfectly apart so that all that separated the two was a thin wet fabric and his jeans. Damien embraced her as he bulged closer to her, running his hands up and down her dress covered stomach and thighs and up to her rising cleavage. Alayna.