She looked very early twenties, but he suspected closer to forty. He was her temporary boytoy, he felt.He nodded, taking her hand, fingers interlacing...like boyfriend/girlfriend. Usual greeting with a potential.“Still Learning, luv male?” her eyes twinkling quite literally, knowing he was. That is, was a young teen schoolbeau.“Yes, sweet fem,” he responded to her desire to open a new, if temporary, relationship.“Kis kis?” she puckered her lips and leaned towards him.He didn’t have to answer. Got it?! I'll go check on the fire." I snapped at them.I was five or six paces away when I overheard Jimmy say "I Can,too!" "Not before I do!" Stevie argued."Hay! Who wants to wash my asshole?" Scott asked. "If you soap 'em up real good,I bet you can get three fingers in it! Think that will be big enough?"Shocked with what I had heard,I stopped and turned around just in time to see my br-other taking his pants off. I could have killed our little si-sters!***When I got back to camp there wasn't. He took my hand and led me inside. He offered me a beer, but I told him that I had not liked it very much, “I would love juice if you have some”. “Absolutely Tara, go to the den and make yourself at home, while I pour you a glass.”I walked into the den, and sat down on the sofa. Mr Tanner soon followed and offered me a glass, I took a large sip, and was surprised that it was not the usual orange juice. “What is this Mr Tanner?” Oh it’s just a little something I put together, there’s a bit of. Grabbing her close, Swag begins to slowly dance with Feline, moving gracefully across the floor. His hands slid down to her butt as he holds her closer, Feline’s arms wrapping around his neck. She tilts her head, her lips gently touching his. Swag deepens the kiss, pulling Feline closer so she can feel the affect she has on him. Dancing across the floor, Swag leads Feline back over to the bar, carefully leaning her over it. He pushes her sexy dress up, her bare butt and pussy slowly showing..