The kids who invaded your bedroom last night are saying, at least those who choose to speak, that they had the best sleep they have had in a long time... The staff told me those kids do these sleepovers when overwhelmed by things like the major changes yesterday. The fact they responded to you in the guest house and then came to your bed specifically says volumes about your character. I’m sure you know way more about their distinct differences, but I do know a lot about the girl that blew the boy. We would try to see if there were any owls flitting noiselessly overhead, but the trees sheltering us, also restricted our vision. We attuned to the environment and small noises would seem to thunder through the night. We watched, as nothing happened, trying to find anything to activate our minds, just to prevent us from falling asleep.The oddest thing was if you focussed in on an object. The closer you watched it, the more you convinced yourself there was someone sneaking up on you. You had to. Ronnie looked from her innocent eyes down to the panties she had on. He reached down to her little pussy. He rubbed her from outside the fabric. She only sighed heavily. He could feel the wetness coming through the fabric. He moved the black satin aside and touched her bare sex for the first time. She was soaked in her lube. He ran his finger up her folds to her clit. His fingers were coated in her juices. He slowly entered her hole with one thick finger and swirled her hard clit with his. A big ford truck is his choice of vehicle. He stows my case and helps me in, of course by gripping my ass. I settle in and Kyle jumps in and starts the truck. “How far of a drive is it?” “Only a couple hours by the back roads.” He puts it into drive and off we go. I put on my cat eye sunglasses, reach for the radio and find us a classic rock station. We pass the time by joking, laughing, and learning more about each other. After about an hour I start to get hungry, Kyle pulls off and we.