" She handed the joint back to me."What kinds of goodies get left out in the open?" I asked."Oh, all kinds of booze. There is a fancy video camera in ...he closet. Fishing tackle, radios, clothes, and whatnot in the dresser drawers. Stuff most people don't leave laying around in a cabin they only stay in about two weeks a year." She said."That's Uncle Ed for you," I said. "He's got more toys than he knows what to do with." Do your parents know you smoke rope?" I asked as I took a. She gasped as he withdrew and plunged back inside, all the time massaging her inner walls and making her moan from the pleasure mounting in her body again. This was insane, she thought. She could not have another orgasm so close to the last one, but still she angled her body so that his cock-head hit her right where she wanted him to. She felt him increase even further in size and she breathed harshly when imagining him finally coming inside of her, visualising his cock as he spurted the white. “I’m just a virginal Catholic Irish lass. I’m not like you immoral heathen American Protestants.”She finished with a giggle.“Truth,” she said when she finished laughing at herself. “I was 15.”“Back to you, Tiffany,” Molly said.“Hey, no one has asked Phil anything!” Tiffany pointed out.“Them’s the breaks,” Molly said. “I want to ask you and it’s my turn.”“Fine,” Tiffany said.“When was the last time you masturbated?” she asked.“Truth,” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes. “Last night before I went to. From the moment I shoved the old meat-whistle in there, I started SLAMMING myself in her. The one thing I did too was to control my pace. Each time I bottomed into Ashlynn she yelped. She was totally passive, her face turned to the side and pressed into the sheets, her ass on the pillow so it was higher than her head, and I was on top of her, bringing my full weight down on the piece of ass I bought for the day. With each thrust I found myself calling out “UH..UH…UH!!!” I mean she’s damned.