When I got there I stripped down and got in, enjoying the hot water compared to the cold wet clothes I had dropped in a pile on the floor. When I went...to use the soap and shampoo I was a little confused because all I saw were feminine type products. Shrugging it off I used the soap and shampoo and enjoyed the flowery fragrance they left on me. When I finished I stepped out and dried myself off with the fluffy towel left for me. Looking around I finally noticed that the pile of clothes I had. She hardly ever pressed the conversation along. The silence seemed to be all she wanted. For a short moment our conversation turned personal, when she asked if I had a girlfriend. I said, “Of course not,” as if she was supposed to know that I wanted her. But she didn’t react. I jokingly asked her if she had a boyfriend. She shook her head. “Husband?” She shook her head. “Men taking you out constantly?” She groaned while shaking her head. She didn’t like these questions. “No,” she said. “I am. "Just a dumb girl I know," Denise said. "Come on." She dropped down and crawled into the tent, the boy right behind her.It was a fairly large tent, with a screen window to let in air and light. Once inside, it would have been possible to stand up in the tent, but Denise had no need to."It stinks in here," the boy said.Haven't you ever smelled cunt? Denise thought, because that was what the air smelled like. Not only that, the floor of the tent was wet with fuck-juices."Take off your pants and. . I hope so." I see you've grown into your mother's estate," Andrea was referring to Princess Wanzor Austin ... Too was artfully arranged. "Ah ... If you're going to wear that... ?" Andrea made a show of looking down."Yes," Junior matched her hair color ... and there was quite a bit ... for just fifteen. "I need to do something about that ... the idea makes me nervous."Andrea leaned her elbow on the chart table and rubbed her upper lip while cupping her chin with her thumb. "Want some help?".