“Any collapsing will get you a strapping after.” I wiggled my ass at her. She slid into me with no warning. Deep. Hard. Deeper and harder. She h...ld onto my hips as she drove into me from behind, pulling me back against her with every thrust. At least I told myself she was pulling me back. I didn't want to admit that I was thrusting back to meet her. It wasn't until she slid it into me and pushed herself up against my butt, reaching around to play with my clitoris, that I began to come. She. There were no utilities. The hearth was the only means of heat and cooking. It was a perfect setting to finish my novel. As I left the wooded path into the clearing, I could see my cabin. Curiously a flicker of fire was apparent as it bounced through the old windowpanes. I tore these windows off an old rundown church down the road and installed them on my cabin. This cabin was truly a product built from only what was available in the forest. I approached with some trepidation and peeked through. They talked and laughed all during the meal. It was after two p.m. before Pete paid for the meal (after an argument with Becky) and they left for home.It was now an accepted fact that Becky would be at Pete's house every Saturday morning to help on restoring his old car. They worked together and became closer friends over the summer. The old car was now almost finished. The Saturday Pete intended to begin bolting the hood, grill, fenders and trunk lid to it finally arrived. Unfortunately and to. The room reeked of the quasi-chlorine smell of cum, cigarettes, sweat and the pungent ammonia smell of piss. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I crept down the aisle like a thief in the night and grabbed a seat. I was awestruck by what I saw on the screen. Like any teenager, I’d seen my share of nudie magazines. But pictures in magazines couldn’t compare with naked girls on the big screen. It took my mind over fifteen minutes to adjust to the orgy on the screen…one big breasted blonde and two.