The ride back to Glasgow was much different than the ride to Skye. I was happy and so was Miguel. The couple in the front were equally happy with thei... mini-holiday at Gavin’s home. We played a game on the way home, translation. Everyone in the car spoke a second language, Gavin was a highlander and “had the Gaelic” his girlfriend spoke some French, I knew some Italian. So we took turns pointing to something in the landscape and naming it. The couple in the front became bored of this game so. He watched her face contort as he shoved his cock inside her. He was well aware of his size. He knew she probably couldn't take all of his stiff wand."Ohhhh!" She moaned.Caleb rubbed her clit as he began thrusting in and out with greater ease and frequency. Never going all the way in and always leaving about two inches out."Uncle Caleb, I would be more comfortable in your bedroom. Can we go in there?" she asked.Caleb pulled out of her, lifted her to sitting on the arm again, then threw her over. Not at Mike, but at her own shyness. Most of these nights she would get home and go to bed, where she masturbated two or three times, dreaming up fantasies where she was horny and free and would fuck him again and again. Not until she had given herself two or three violent orgasms would she be able to fall asleep.This last date with Mike, before she would go away for three months, was no better than all the others. "For Heaven's sake, Cathy, you're 19. Will you ever grow up? Don't feel too sure. “It's not bullshit,” she blurted out, her cheeks all flushed. “Your breasts just haven't grown because you’ve been doing it all wrong. I could have told you it wouldn’t work that way.”I looked at Emily in disbelief. For weeks she had known about our wager and hadn’t said a single thing. Only now, after we were finished, did she tell us we did it wrong.“What are you talking about?” Jenny asked.“It doesn’t work like that.” Emily explained “The way you were rubbing his sperm in, it doesn’t work..