Jack sat down and began to cut into the blueberry pancakes his daughter had prepared. They were a bit soggy, clearly under cooked but he appreciated h...r effort. “Is there any syrup Ash?” He asked.‘Yea let me get that for you.” Ashlin said as she bent over the counter to reach the maple syrup.As she bent across the table, the short gray plaid skirt Ashlin had been wearing rode up and exposed her skimpy black lacey panties to Jack. They covered so little that Jack thought they could practically. The fluid movements of her body, the natural wiggle of her hips, the curves, the beautiful texture of her skin, full firm breasts with erect nipples, fabulous bottom, thick black bush, perfect long legs–the thighs, the knees, the calves, the ankles, the feet, I could gaze at that body all day long and never tire of it, my eyes travelling slowly up and down drinking it in. Everyone has their own turn-ons, I know, and rightly so, but that is mine. She stood with her back to us , looking out the. I just itself is not finished, the idea that I'm going to fuck it makes me wild. End emboldened, introduced her finger into the vagina and began to fuck her gently, slowly at first, as if teasing, and then faster and faster.Looking up from his chest, I moved to the clitoris, I did it the first time, but like to see this slut moaning under my tongue. I began to passionately caress the clitoris, fingeringhis tongue, bite and suck. The taste of her lubrication d**gged me up, I just wanted one, so. The quiet of the woods, and thechance to kiss and cuddle away from prying eyes. Not that you were lesbians,and in fact you both had boyfriends back at home. But you had been"Special" friends for along time, many years.On the fourth day provisions were running low, which meant someone had to go tothe local town, ten miles away, to get some shopping. Tara couldn't be trusted,ad she was a shopaholic. So it meant you had to go.It was about four when you returned to camp, to find it strangely.