I can't believe I am doing this but I feel tingly again. This is fun!We break for lunch. Afterwards, we sit in the shade while waiting for the afterno...n's activities to start."Sieanna, have you touched girls before?" Yes. One of my classmates and I get together for sleepovers. It started about four months ago. She makes me feel so good. We do all kinds of things. If my mom ever found out I don't know what would happen!" What kinds of things?" Oh, different things. I can show you." When?" We. I bet people would like to read about that." Have you ever done that before?" I said."A few times." She said, not batting an eye. Her hand was resting on my cock now. I'm not sure if was from her moving her hand up, or from the extra length I added while talking to her."Well, people like to read about people doing things they don't ordinarily do, you know." I thought for a second. "Have you ever done it in a public place?" When I was younger. I couldn't do it here though. Someone might. It was pressing upward through the towel against Marcela’s ass. When she finally rose, it shot straight up. Marcela turned to face me again and climbed onto the bench. She’d put a knee on either side of me and pushed my cock toward my body. She put her arms around my neck again and I could feel my cock pushing against the soft spot between her legs. Her breasts hung and bounced against my chest. The song was coming to an end, and not a moment too soon. If she’d ground on me like that. I could see it in her eyes as she replaced the roll of tape on her utility belt and pulled out a blade of some kind."What is your name, ship captain?"Seeing her with that blade in her hand I didn't care whether I sounded fearful when I answered. "My... My name is Rodney Jackson. What's yours?" I couldn't take my eyes off the blade."Oh, I've been called by many names over the years. 'Catburglar,' 'assassin,' 'rapist.' My name, if you must know, is Cleopatra. Do you have any idea how long.