“What is cum?” Buddy picked his nose and then pulled his shorts out of the crack of his ass.“You should ask Mom, Sir,” I said flatly. It wasn�...�t up to me to teach my little brother the birds and the bees.Jenny explained it was semen. She was such a know-it-all. Buddy didn’t know what semen was either.“Girls make their own cum too, Ma’am,” I said to Jenny. I was sopping wet from the melting ice, but I could tell my pussy was extra-juicy with a white foam of my own girly goo.“Why?” Buddy asked me. Nearing exhaustion, Jack’s pace at last began to flag, to be replaced by a slower, but more intense thrust. His climax was approaching fast and then arrived in an explosion of sensation, lust and emotion that was all consuming. He howled, raising his head to open his windpipe. He howled to the moon of his triumph while his hot seed spurted into her wanting body.He looked at her and found she was crying, sobs wracked her body causing her to milk his cock in a feral embrace, tears coursed from. Talking as we walked up to the offices, she mentioned she had to walk the trail taking an inventory of any bird species she might see. I asked if she wanted company and she was happy I could come along the trails with her. As we walked along, we spoke about the park and what was going on and identified a few birds. Just before we started the return leg of the walk she mentioned out of the blue how she had a “tilted uterus” and could not have orgasms. I quickly responded that possibly it was the. She crushed her body against him, tilted his head down, and kissed him as if her life depended upon it.Will growled into the kiss, and slipped a hand beneath her butt, lifting her feet off the ground as if she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around him, grinding her pussy against his muscles, and he carried her into the tent, still kissing her hard. Their tongues wrangled and their lips clashed as he jerked the bows holding back the tent flaps. The barriers fell in turn, the canvas.