" Right, but who ... are..."Having brought the conversation full circle, Pete hesitated, reluctant to begin another cycle that would doubtless be just...as unsatisfying as the last one. But much like a failed experiment, he would try to approach the problem from another direction. He pondered what to do as he absently stroked Mia's back while she caressed his inner thigh. The problem, he finally realized, was an extreme lack of information. He would start with information on Skip."I take it you. Our tentwas 20 or 30 metres behind up, and the wind was beginning to settle asthe sun dropped beneath the horizon. We sat in silence for a long timeenjoying each others company. As Saturday nights went it was one of thebest I could remember.We made a small fire from dead wood lying about, and once it was ablazewe heated our soup over it. She had made it earlier in the day, and thetaste of the pea and ham reminded me of my childhood."Jenna you have the most amazing look on your face when you. "Are you sore?" he asked."Well, actually, yes," I giggled. "That why I was kind of hesitant when you said you were going to repay me." Oh, not like that," he grinned. Then he started climbing down the bed, and deposited his face between my legs. I felt the first lick right up my labia and I shuddered."OH!" I cried, as he started licking me up and down. Then he pushed his tongue into my cunny. His whole face was in my pussy. His nose nudge up against my clit as he stuck his tongue into me. Then. “Oh my goodness, this is my bedroom, Mr Edwards sleeps in another room, this is my own little boudoir, no men in here, my dear.” I was a little excited at that time, but for what reason I wasn’t quite sure. “Come, let us have some fun dressing up shall we? I have some really romantic clothes here as well, let us try these dresses that I’ve made for Karen shall we, and I’ve just about finished making some delicate underwear as well, if you would try those as well that would wonderful.I wasn’t.