I went to react and say im not a slut, how dare you presume that, but Decker moved the vibrator around a little on my clit and i moaned even louder. "...he'll do what i tell her," Decker said picking up speed, moving the vibrator all over my pussy. I felt an orgasm coming and started panting and my throbbing pussy muscles started clenching as it the orgasm came and rippled through me. Decker laughed and announced "She's ready boys!"He scooted out from behind me, grabbing me and flipping me over. They got along well ... okay, let’s just be happy that they at least weren’t dropping branches on each other.So, all was (relatively) peaceful in the forest until one summer they noticed that between them was growing a young sapling. This would never do ... they had a reputation to uphold you see.Thus the argument started. The Beech tree insisted that the sapling was a Son of a Birch, while the Birch tree said it was a Son of a Beech. On the argument went.During one day while the argument. Then he was after me as we ran around the rows of changing cubicles in true Benny Hill style. Doubling back, he forced me into the drying area and when he lunged at me I took that fatal step back I didn’t mean to take. I caught my breath as the water caught me, and even dodging backwards out of the way of the first shower only took me into the path of two others in the corner of the shower room. It only took seconds for the skimpy vest top I was wearing to become soaked through, and once soaked. Stephen's hands mauled at her ass, squeezing at the round fleshy globes in ecstatic abandon, pulling them apart to expose her pink little starburst, only to hide it again as he smooshed them back together. "Shit baby, you feel so damn good." He jammed his hips forward over and over again, cramming as much of his thick fuck stick into his daughter's tight little hole as he could. The constricting grip of her slick cleft as it took every inch of him felt like heaven and he knew he wasn't going.