"What, with the sit-ups? I'll be honest, I didn't hear you get up - thelast thing I remember hearing was you making some weird deep breathingand-" whi...h is when my mind caught up to my mouth. He had been wankinglast night! "Dude! And you told me off for masturbating!" I cried,ignoring the fact that I actually hadn't been. One awkward thing at atime."I didn't tell you off for jacking off," Marcus corrected, a cheeky grinon his face, "I told you off for shaking the bunk beds. Nothing wrongwith a. I was trying to wear my clothes. But he pulled me towards him, saying, “Let’s do it like this, and I won’t tell anyone.”I screamed at him, saying he was out of his mind. But he pushed himself over me and held both my hands with his and started kissing me. I was moving my head to avoid him. His dick was hitting my pussy, and I was wet as I didn’t have a real dick inside me in so so many months.I gave in and told him to fuck me, but this was last. He immediately shoved his dick inside me. I. She lay beside me for a min, while I got my beath back. Then it was my turn. Still with her heels on she lay back on the bed and opened her legs. She was fully shaved between her legs and I could see all of her vulva, it was so inviting. I began to kiss her vulva and poked my tongue out to lick her pussy. It tasted so sweet. Her pussy was so wet I could get a good bit of cum on my tongue to taste her. Using my fingers, I opened her pussy so I could get my tongue right inside her. I pulled back. We greeted each other and caught up on what had been going on in our lives. I told him I was going to live with Lewis and Mary for awhile and why. I mentioned to him that I hoped to get a john boat to cruise the river with before too long. ‘No need to buy one,’ Jim said. He tossed me a padlock key and told me, ‘My boat is down at the Chicopee swimming hole. Remember where it’s at? Use the boat as much as you want, just refill the gas tank.’ Chicopee was a wide part of the river with sort of a.