.. I was wondering if you could help me”, she stammered. He hesitated for a few seconds; his mind working and asking himself ‘was this just an opp...rtunity to get him to be her taxi again’. “It has been a long time Elizabeth aren’t you with somebody, married or such like?” he asked.“No ... no Rick I have no one.” He recognized the strained tone of her voice but was not interested in just ‘being used’ as it had been in those last few months of their association. “I told you once before. My first orgasm for the night flooded away leaving me breathless. He caressed my tummy, feeling my soft skin. His fingers trailed down parting my thighs slowly, inside my panty and sank itself into my wetness. I bucked my hips up violently to protest his fingers from invading into my prohibited part of my body. I started breathing heavily. His fingers moved themselves in and out of me, making me gasp each time they touched my clitoris.“Oh…I feel so…” I kept whimpering. My dad took control of me. Adolescent boys cooking for themselves, over fires that they had lit, after collecting the wood, splitting it, laying the fire, and setting the tinder. Then, assembling the meals, from menus that they had selected, and cooked from scratch. Then, washing the dishes, themselves, in orderly groups, and, having sanitized everything, putting it away in an organized fashion.Yeah, me too. I couldn’t hardly believe it, either. But, it happened. Just as it happened in Scout camps all over America, that. I was enjoying them all . Then we liplocked at least 15 mins and by that time her lips and tounge were saying all about her level of excitement that I felt. I sucked her tongue and gave small bites to her upper lips and made her more hornier ,and during this time I caught surpirisingly one of her juicy tasty soft melons. And it was so soft god, that I cant express. I pressed one of her lemons by my one and then by both the hands and was so good feeling it was. She was saying “Aah aaah aaaahh.