I was a bit disappointed because I had really wanted to just hang out with him, and though I had seen her in several years I remembered her as being a...pest and a tattletale.When she showed up I was stunned. At 19 she had turned into a real beauty, long brown hair, nice legs and ass in her hiking shorts and pert 34B breasts in her little tank top.After our drive and 3 hour hike to the waterfall and setting up camp, Mike said time to cool off stripped down and jumped in the pond, this really. Beautiful fingernails adorned the slender fingers that came to rest on the seat back next to me. Her voice could not be described as anything short of sultry when she asked, "Is this seat taken?"I sat back and turned to look directly at her and smiled, saying, "No I've been saving it for you." Why thank you," she replied with an accent that told me that her sweet little peaches had to be from Georgia. She scooted up onto the high armchair and crossed her legs with an unprecedented grace.The. The Willow had dozens of low hanging branches with a profusion of drooping leaves. The curtain of leaves formed a sheltered room for anyone who sat under the tree. It was quiet, fresh smelling, and much cooler than the surrounding area. The soil beneath the Willow had a unique aroma that was sweet and smoky like incense. I wished that we were under the tree right then as the rain started to come down much harder. With a few seconds, the rain pounded the ground with even greater force. We ran. ?" She said softly. I felt her inch closer, her body pressing against the back of my legs. I nodded, gasping as she tickled the head of my cock with her fingernails, then spreading her fingers around my pole like a starfish until her palm nestled around the tip. She rotated to one side, then the other. It was unbelievable. I'd never thought to touch myself this way."Oh god...." I mumbled. "Shhh dummy, uncle's in the next room," she whispered.My cock was so wet her hand slid easily up and down,.