. that . . . with each other."Ruth could not deny that this constituted full on weird, but still saw no reason why the older girl should be throwing t...is kind of a fit over it."It's a little out of the ordinary, I admit . . ." It's perverse!" Maybe a little," Ruth conceded, "but that's what makes it fun!" She laughed, shifting so that she could sit cross-legged on the bed. "Besides, even if it is i****t, it's not like we have to worry about one of us getting the other one pregnant. In case you. I bit down on it, as she pulled her fingers and a portion of it away.“If,” she whispered, “you want more, just let me know.”And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving me alone in my thoughts and a little bewildered. Was she just playing with me or was she serious? I had to find out.I stepped into the men’s room. I had to collect my thoughts. Exiting the men’s room, I found Ashlie standing alone in the small alcove, close to the women’s room. My heart practically skipped a beat. She was. I rolled in, pulled up the blanket to my hip, and she turned her back to me. I made my big body conform to her smaller one as best I could, got my right arm half under her head and my left over her hip with my hand sliding up to find a warm, full breast inside her unhooked top. We wriggled a bit, trying to get comfortable, and I withdrew my right arm when she pinched it. She sighed."Need a pillow, if you're going to do that," she whispered covering my cupping hand with her own. Her nipple was. She peeked through, found she could see his reflection in the mirror on the dresser, just as she had seen... ... Derek and her mother, locked together, joined by the fleshy pole of his hard cock, pumping up and down and in and out, faster and faster, her mother's labia drawn tight about his shaft and his prick itself gleaming in the dim light flooding through the window behind the bed, her mother's legs jerking and kicking high about him as she reached for yet another... But that wasn't good.