"I think you must be starving," she said. "I think I will fix you some lunch now. Will you hand me my bag?" Of course. She opened a small tin of the h...m and spread it on the cracker and fed it to me. One after the other. She ate about every third ham-cracker.When we got thirsty, she reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of Pepsi. I gasped. "Is that what you stole?" She nodded."And more." she explained. "And, you didn’t even know, til that man chased us." She was right of course, but she. I couldn’t help but notice that Rachel had trimmed down her wild pussy bush. Nothing fancy but it had met a pair of scissors and was ninety percent gone.I posed Rachel to lean forward onto a large tree. She spread her legs and I wiped my cock through her slit a few times. She was wet without the lake or the rain. I easily slipped into her pussy. It was gently raining on us. Thankfully there was no lightning.I leaned back and appreciated my view. Her slim brown back had trails of rain running. He pushed deep into my throat again, but I was so far beyond caring. My entire existence was pleasuring him while trying to follow my orders. He switched the toy to a strong pulse, withdrew his twitching cock from between my lips, and dropped to his knees for a kiss. I could feel a moan starting, and my chest ached with the effort to keep it in. My muscles started to coil and tighten as I teetered on the edge of an orgasm. How the hell was I supposed to stay quiet if I had to ask to cum? And. When the call came for a "covert" search andrescue mission, Trevor was one of the few people Hank and Janice couldtrust. They were less concerned with discovery and more concerned abouttheir twin daughters, Kate and Ann, who were both 17 and had inheritedtheir father's blonde good looks and rangy athleticism. Trevor was oneof the few people the Connor's had ever trusted around their daughters."Why'd you let me sleep so late?" Trevor asked grumpily."Because someone forgot to wake anyone else.