I forgot she did not know I was home! I told her the sleepover had ended and I had only been home awhile. She seemed to calm down somewhat and she sai... I wouldn't understand 'at my age' what was wrong. Dana was still crying and told me that boys are just selfish, she then asked when exactly I had gotten home?I told her I wasn't sure what I saw that it was kind of dark and had gone straight to bed ... and it was at this point I noticed her eyes where fixed on my boxer shorts ... I was still. Denice had lately become very tempting. Her brown hair seemed to kiss her beautiful neck and her big brown eyes danced every time I took-in her yummy figure.Visits to Cathy’s place became more frequent; and I found Cathy good to chat with before Deniece came in from college.When I’d suggested to Denice she may like to try-out camping with me sometime, she was very enthusiastic, “Oh Ma that would be so cool! To camp out amongst the hills and trees.!”Amazingly, Cathy also thought it was a good. .. A hand touches her knee and persuasively directs it outwards to allow a view of her noticeably moist bald folds. She feels the scarf track a trail over her mound brushing over her tingling clit and proceeding over her right nipple again. Her other knee is moved and she feels a mixture of vulnerability and calm surrender. I begin to kiss her knee and slowly move further between and take in her scent as it fills my mind. I stop before reaching the destination and again she waits. Then as. I slipped a hand around her leg and found her clit, hoping to get her there before I exploded.“Come on. Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she demanded.I slammed into her on the next thrust, rocking her forward, and kept it up. As best as I was able, I concentrated on my fingers. I really wanted her to come again. She wasn’t making it easy. Between yelps, cries, and grunts, she kept up a constant stream of sexy encouragement.“Yes. Give it to me. I want that cum. Fuck me. Fill me up. Shoot it.