" "Yes," Christina whispered softly. "Play with yourself." Christina leaned against the counter and did as she was told. She closed her eyes and get f...el the wetness increasing as she probed with first one finger and then two. She caressed her clit feeling the tension in her body building. Jordan lifted her up and sat her on the sink counter. He unbelted his pants and pulled them and his briefs down. Stepping towards her, he put the tip of his cock at her pussy opening. "Guide it in," he. “This driver will be whipping himself up into a frenzy right now!”Laughing, Charlotte spun around. Lyra's eyes darted between her best friends legs, a twinge of excitement growing in her. A fleeting moment of wondering what lay behind the motif of her best friends g-string, entered Lyra's mind. “There’s a rest stop over there,” Charlotte announced, pointing in the direction of a nearby lake. “We could chill and catch a few rays before deciding where we’re gonna camp if you fancy it?”“On it.”. It is one thousand, eight hundred, forty eight miles from Davenport, Iowa, to Los Angeles, California... at least, that’s what my map program told me. It also said that it would take twenty-seven hours, which doesn’t count eating, sleeping, or taking other necessary bio-breaks.When I am totally on my own for weeks at a time– which occasionally happens for personal or business reasons– I tend to revert to my natural sleep rhythm of awake four hours, asleep two. When force-driving long distances,. The 'party' was on the back lawn. Recorded music and othersounds made it sound in full swing.The much-delayed Badd boy finally arrived and was greeted by the two ladies."Is it Mr. Milhous?" Auntie Jane said while giving him a don't you dare playwith me look. "I do not believe you have been to our camp before."Even Badd boy's dim wit realized that maybe the aunt was not a good bet rightnow, but that the sweet little morsel next to her would be an easy score. Andthe little fag would even thank.