“Why not now? Don’t you trust me Nastia? You know I love you too much to do anything to hurt you.”“Of course I trust you and I love you too bu... I couldn’t do that. I’d die of embarrassment.”“It’s your fault it’s hard,” he said reasonably. “The least you could do is finish what you started.”“What do you mean?“You know, make me cum.” Nastia stared mutely at her uncle, too shocked to speak.“You do know what I mean, don’t you?” he said.“You’re determined to corrupt me, aren’t you? I’ve never done. Hey! I got one!" Chad hauled in his line with a plump fish flapping on the hook. With a puzzled look on his face, he slipped it onto his stringer."I told you it was there," she giggled, sitting up and mocking his expression."You sure did, and I'd give a lot to know how you did it." Chad baited his hook again and dropped it back into the water. "Can you teach us how it's done?" I don't know. It isn't really something that you can learn. Either you can do it or you can't." Brushing moss and twigs. Startled by Kelsey’s presence, Tiffany’s heart jumped a bit in surprise. She looked at her friend and realized she was just staring, and then noticed her hand over the crotch of her jeans and began to wonder just how long Kelsey had been standing there watching what she had just been doing.“Hey Kels, are you all right?” Tiffany asked.“Oh my God, Tiffany, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know... I mean... I...” She couldn’t comprehend what had just happened and why she felt the way she did. She was. Shari was smearing it onto her fingers whereever she could find it, and then licking them clean. His cum tasted salty, but clean and healthy, vigorous even. He leaned down to her, his eyes obscured by long, frizzy black hair now plastered wetly all over his head, and kissed her passionately. The idea that he was tasting his own cum while he was kissing her made her nearly climax right there, just thinking about it. Her head lolled back in the throes of sexual delirium. Baxter picked her up.