I didn't know what a "rush" was then, but that's sure as hell what it was.Is it competition that makes a tomboy? Fearlessness? Foolishness? I don't kn...w. Maybe, more than anything else, it's just plain gender expectations. These days no one is surprised by a girl who likes to compete in sports, but the expression lingers from the days when girls were just as strong and just as fast as they are now, but most people didn't expect a girl to go all out.Not so much then, maybe, but later, I blessed. She stood up and walked the short distance across the room to sit next to me.“Let’s see what you are hiding in those shorts,” and with that slipped a hand into my shorts and pulled out my rigid cock.“Mmmm tasty,” she said as she bent down and kissed the tip of my cock. I couldn’t quite take in what was happening, sat in a public steam room with a sexy woman about to give me the best blow job I have ever had.. As her mouth enveloped my bulbous cockhead, I leaned back, closed my eyes and lost. I then smeared the dildo with the lube and we both inserted it into our hungry area. We both rocked backwards and forwards and it got deeper and deeper. After 3 or minutes I said "fuck me reverend, I want the real thing" he turned around and stuck his full length in me with ease after this massive dildo had stretched me wide open...he was fucking me really hard and was close to exploding, he knew he was close so he reached under around and started wanking my visibly excited and erect clock, he. Nearly an hour passed since they shared their first kiss when the rain finally stopped and the last rays of daylight flickered over the horizon. Bree stood and helped her sister to her feet and they emereged from the cave hand in hand. Although they knew nobody would be around for miles they still released their hold on one another once outside. Together they made their way back to the house. Still nothing was said as they walked side by side. They shared nervous glances at each other from time.