The flow pushed her short skirt up to her hips almost immediately, and, as she lay there stunned, Emily thought for a moment that the pressure of the ...ater against her white cotton panties was more than a little pleasant.Then the reality struck. She was soaked, half-covered in mud from the stream-bed, alone and vulnerable and still miles from home. "Damn," she spat, slapping the tepid water in disgust, blinking back hot, gluey tears. She would not be overwhelmed. Closing her eyes and drawing a. I see you approach and catch your eye and hold it for a moment before I drop my gaze to your crotch.By the time you stop in front of me a huge bulge has me slowly running my tongue over my red lips before I look up to see your handsome face.We introduce ourselves and you ask if I've ever been to the "secret spring"?When I say no,you ask if I'd like to see it? I slowly nod yes and you tell me that it's off the beaten path a bit and to follow you.I pick up my bag and as I start off my heels sink. His tireless efforts had apparently been convincing. He felt the warmth of forgiveness seeping through his body when he awoke the next morning to the pleasant feeling that two soft, wet tongues caused on his cock.The following days they spent lots of time getting to know each other better. Not only in regards to their sexuality, though they experienced pretty much everything three people could do together short of penetration. It seemed the girls enjoyed teasing him with their lingering. “Alright. Lets make it another five dollars,” James said. “Hey John, you should start describing Holly in bed,” Will said joking. “Throw him off his game,” Andy said. “I’ll call that,” I said, pushing another five dollars forward. “Let’s see the river,” I said excitedly. King. I stared at the board for a moment. “Check,” I said, without looking up from the board. “Three dollars,” James said, more than half his chips in the middle now. I stared at the bored. “That’s what rabbit hunting gets.