“Such passion,” he murmured. He didn’t tell her this, but his feelings since meeting her were not dissimilar. This thing between them may have...started as a game, as far as he was concerned, but it had quickly become something much more important, something all too real. He pictured her as she’d been on that first night, passion warring with uncertainty in her demeanor, spread out naked on that table in the back room, her pussy swollen and wet for him even as she writhed in the pain from her. Becca was safely out of sight in the boot of the car, and as Helen didn’t want any unexpected stops, she made sure she drove carefully, and stayed within the speed limits.After an hour, Helen turned off the motorway, and headed through back roads, some of them badly twisting, forcing her to drive slowly. The radio was doing a good job of keeping her awake, though the night made her eyes still feel a little heavy. Pulling into a small lay-by Helen took the flask from the seat next to her and. Other times, their bellies or mounds were against a boy's shoulder. It was purposely warm in the building, and most of the boys were already down to just swimsuits.Once when Emily had brought him another glass of juice, Sean waited until she straightened up and put his hand on the back of her thigh. She was a fairly average looking woman, but she did have legs and ass that indicated running or biking. She jerked when he touched her.He looked up at her shocked face and purposely moved his hand. She used her feet to pull off her shoes and climbed over the seat. She giggled as she struggled to get over. Trent laughed as he watched. When she settled, she smiled. "Hey, come here," Trent said as he pulled Samantha closer. She giggled and leaned against his chest. Trent pushed Samantha's long hair aside and nuzzled her neck. Samantha closed her eyes in joy and sighed. She turned and pressed her lips against his. His tongue slipped into her mouth and Samantha moaned lightly. Trent pulled.