I turned back to the movie and all of a sudden his ice cold hand was on my leg, slowly climbing up my skirt. I again panicked but didn't say anything,...He carefully pulled up the arm rest that separated us and put his left arm around me and explored my panties. When I shifted in my seat he some how realized I was wearing a thong. When he made a comment about it I blurted out that it was my moms. At that point his eyes bulged and he kissed me really hard. He then asked me how I felt wearing my. That was contingent on whether or not we could move the food to the house. It would be a laborious job to move the food, but we did have the wagons to help us.It was late in the afternoon of a fine early summer day, so we figured that we could live where we were for at least a few more days while we looked the area over. We spent the rest of the day in preparing a place for us to sleep under the trailer and moving the contents of the two wagons into some spare space inside the trailer.The next. I looked up and the red head disappeared.Cynthia grabbed me and we went into her room and fucked some more.About Tuesday or Wednesday night I was headed to the bathroom again as I ran into Jimmy coming out of the room.I went in and took a leak. I exited and headed back to Susan's room. Jimmy was standing in the hallway at the entrance to his room. As I twisted sideways to get past him he surprised my by grabbing my dick.I didn't know what to think. He examined it almost like a doctor inspecting. “A finger won’t do,” I whispered back. I could see the bushes move in the moonlight. A young face painted in camouflage peered out and in my direction. “Who da fuck is there?” Vegas whispered. He was not more than a few meters across the rocky trail from me. “Your dream girl,” I whispered. “Fuck you dream girl,” Vegas replied. “I ain’t getting busted for no piece of ass.”Piece of ass? I thought to myself. Is that what he thought I was, a piece of ass? I had worked hard to get myself in shape.