It felt completely natural for him to put his arms around her and pull her shaking body even closer to him. “Don’t be scared, Dawn. We’ll be saf.... The lightning will strike the hill we were hiking on, or one of the big trees, before it will ever hit the camp.”“I am sorry, Matti, but I just can’t get used to thunderstorms. They’ve always terrified me. Can I just stay with you until it stops?”“Of course you can, Dawn. These storms usually only last half an hour or so before they move on.” Matti. She looked terrific. She wore a silky dress that showed off her long legs. Her tiny breasts were concealed beneath a tight leotard. I had changed briefs but was already getting wet just looking at her. I told them that my other friends couldn't make it, and they just smiled and didn't look disappointed. We listened to the music for a while and had a few drinks, then I said, "It's time to go upstairs." They put down their glasses right away and looked sober-faced as they turned to follow me. The. "Who liked being made to eat their own cum?" I continued. He didn't answer, and instead squirmed in shame."It's OK", I tell him, as I dismounted from his face, and spun around to face him, kneeling beside him on the bed, so that I could watch his expressions. "You are a kinky little cum eating slut. But don't worry though; this will now be just another little secret of ours, just like your other 'little' secret - the one about your very small penis and your need to be teased and humiliated. I grab my palate and brushes and carry them over to the sink and begin rinsing the paint out of the bristles while, at the same time, washing the juices off of my spent fingers. After a few minutes, Mr. Thompson opens the door and emerges wearing a different t-shirt. He is startled to see me but stifles his reaction in an effort to appear nonchalant."Oh, Mireille, you're still here." He glances in my direction but avoids making eye contact, running his now clean fingers through his hair."Yeah,.