I pushed her back onto the couch and dropped to my knees. I saw her freshly shaven teen pussy and immediately fell in love. I tentatively reached ou... my hand and ran my index finger up and down her slit. This caused her to moan, which made me feel a little braver. As I leaned in to get my first taste of pussy, I could smell her juices, and loved it. I flicked her clit with my tongue, which sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. I licked up and down her mound and then worked a finger. The next morning I woke up, put on my swimsuit and snuck out. I made it to the river and jumped in. After a few hours, I saw Tom walking Buster. I got out and said hello." You're here early. Have you had breakfast?". I told him no, I snuck out and came here. He said he had some eggs left if I wanted. So I went to his camper with him and ate. I told him I had to pee and started out the door." Don't go down hill, people will see you. Come behind the camper". He said, so I went behind the camper. I still found myselfdreaming of sexual acts with older men, like my fathers age, trying to fillthat void I felt due to the division of my family. In High School 80% of my friends were female, many of them coming fromfamilies where the only male in their families was their father, quite theopposite of me. Which is most likely what drew me to them. My best friendthrough most of this we'll call "Christy" was one such friend, who had twosisters and her mother, father being the only man in the. He reminded me of a celebrity but I couldn’t place which one. He approached me with a crooked but warm smile and shook my hand. ‘Pleasure to meet you, Jane. Mandy has told me all about you, especially in the last hundred miles,’ he said with a chuckle. His voice was a nice baritone with a hint of Texas drawl. The first thing I thought was that Mandy had simply up and found herself a sugar daddy. He clearly was far from broke, based on his truck and clothes and toys. However, two things.