Although he hadn’t actually slept there yet, the idea was enough. As the mobile-home had come to a halt, the girls got out to take breakfast. Not ...eah. Pretending to have fallen back asleep, she wanted to stay inside. Along with Robert. They hadn’t tried to wake her up. It wasn’t until the water had started running, that she dared to move. She reached out to the shirt. She could think of nothing more pleasant than to pull it over her naked body, taking in the smell as she pulled it over her. While fascinating to historians, one squiggle carved into the wood soon starts to look like any other for laymen like Alex and me. So our little exploration soon shifted to the images carved into the walls beside the tree. They had faded slightly over time and any color that might have been there had long since flaked off, but you could still make out the gist of it.The left side showed various people and animals in pain or in despair surrounded by whorling lines, while a larger female figure. Anyway, if people saw us out in our small town, they would think either that Megan and I were letting the kid sister tag along (how nice of us!) or that the cool girls were letting the dateless brother tag along. (I was fairly presentable, about six feet tall with brown hair and blue eyes, borderline skinny with wiry muscles from working rather than working out. But I had always been shy, terrified that any pretty girl I asked out would think, “Eew, really?” and turn away.)Still, there were. My friend then got off the bed and told me that he and I would lick his wife’s pussy together. It was so strange for me to be licking a pussy in the first place, but to do it with my chatting friend was strange as it was.We both licked her pussy. Her juices were flowing out of her pretty slit. I would take a taste and then my friend would take a taste. Then he gave me a long and passionate kiss. Our tongues were entwined in each other’s mouth, while his wife was laying in her own pussy juices..