"All my close friends swing without stupid feelings of shame and guilt," Betty added. "I should've known Stacy wouldn't bring a killjoy along."Stacy w...uld've gotten sexy-hot even without the talk and her thoughts about the pleasures she knew were in store for her. The friction from riding horseback always made her passionate, as she was sure it did most females, and she had actually experienced an orgasm at times while riding. It was a form of masturbation, she figured, and she'd often thought. I think showering together was probably my favorite. Scott would rub soap all over my swaying boobs, while I lathered up his shaft and stroked him until he was rock hard. Then he’d turn me toward the glass wall of the shower and slam his cock into me from behind…my favorite position…making my big boobs bounce against the glass as he pounded his prick into me until we both had amazing orgasms.Scott and I enjoyed fucking each other every chance we got until I left for college about a year later.. ”“Don’t worry about that, tie the tent to the stakes with the cotton.”Ed did as he was told. Even though there was a considerable wind, the tent was still flat. Unrolling the tent, he put in the stakes at the other end. Looking at the result, he didn’t see how it would stay up in a hard wind. “Okay, now I’m done with that.”“Melt some more water and fill the ribs. They’ll act as support for the tent.”As Ed worked, he asked, “Who came up with the idea for this tent anyway?”The man watched Ed work. A soft breast suddenly pushed against my arm. A soft hand caressing my hair. Normal day to day contact that suddenly was something more. Again I responded. A hug held seconds longer than expected. A kiss that she’d expected on her cheek instead brushed her lips. A hand on her shoulder. We said nothing as we lured the other. We fucked each other with our eyes. And so a desire was slowly awakened. She morphed in my eyes from just another adult into a sexy woman. She started to appear in my.