She sported a matching thong, but only after berating herself for not going commando. She sat at her desk and briefly considered crossing her legs. Bu... instead, she spread them apart and stuck two fingers in her wet pussy.Just then, her door opened."Good morning -- Miss Mathews," Candice Pryor said with a big grin. She again looked her age -- albeit a 15-year old model."Hi, Candice!" she said brightly, discretely removing her hand. "What's up?" No, what's down," the sophomore said. "I want to. A glance around the clearing revealed that there wasn't much there -- a couple of buildings that lacked roofs, obviously from wind damage, and one that looked like it was in much better condition from obvious new work. Behind the buildings a silver Airstream trailer and pickup truck were parked. "Not much of a campground," Roger noted."Well, the website said it was primitive," Bonnie replied defensively. "And it sure looks primitive to me, not that it's necessarily bad. Let's get out, wander. I was petrified, and I wanted to just turn around and go back.“They live in a god-damn castle,” I kept thinking to myself, over and over. Ryan just blew this all off and said, “You’ll do just fine.”As the car approached a stone courtyard out in front, an “honest-to-god” butler appeared at the front door. He greeted us both, and then escorted us through the most awesome foyer toward an adjoining room. Ryan’s parents were there awaiting our arrival. His mother put down a book and stood as. “Aiiee!” she squealed. She didn’t want to get Gwen’s sheets covered with chocolate, but the cold was almost too much to bear. Gwen leaned over and began licking between Beth’s legs, the cold ice cream and her hot tongue making Beth squirm and groan. The ice cream began to melt, sending small rivers of chocolate down between her legs. She felt Gwen’s tongue try to catch it all, and writhed on the bed in pleasure.Not wanting Gwen to have all the fun, she reached into the bowl and dribbled a.