I've long suspected that they fucked again since then, but she's always denied it.Maybe a year and a half later, we decided to get some beers, and alo...g with my best friend, Gavin, go camping in the mountains near his (mum's) house. We walked up near the old iron ore mines and as dusk fell, pitched the tent in a flat space by a tarn in a little, hidden corrie. We had a small fire, are and drank, and events wentEventually went to bed. I can't remember how it got to it, 'truth or dare' seems. . just a tiny one ... oh ... here it comes," she crooned. I felt her body stiffen and her back arch as the little waves of pleasure passed through her. Then she would relax again and I could almost feel the smile of satisfaction, even thought I couldn't see it. This was what making love was really about.I hadn't changed my pace. I was slowly but steadily stroking and just allowing her to drift along with me. If she wanted more, she would tell me. I had never felt such perfection making love to. Previous Chapter Summary – Cindy and Stacy return from the mall and relax by the pool, to Mr. Wilson’s delight.Note – This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Don't be a dick with other people's lives! “Stacy, wake. He told me to take care and fill up the water for storage. Chennai has a huge water problem and it has to be collected and stored daily. He then left the house and I saw that Selvaraj also went away with him on his scooter. I think it was his night duty too. I came inside and lied down on the bed and due to tiredness went to sleep.I woke up when I heard a knock on the door. When I opened I saw it was Gauthami holding three buckets in her hand. She told me that water has come and we will have to.