We both looked at each other, got up from our seats and went to the pantry. We started talking about random things.She started explaining how dry life...has turned out after her boyfriend left for the US. I was convincing her to do video chat and also send some hot pics so that they could continue you their sex life online. She was not sure if it was safe and wanted to refrain from doing that.I insisted her and said that it is all safe. Also told her that I have done that in the past without any. And her lower back felt like the muscles were on the edge of locking up even though her pack had grown even lighter as they emptied the water bladder. Once out on the shoulder of the highway she paused to stretch, whimpering a bit overdramatically. ‘Oh, come on.’ she thought pitifully. ‘Even my ass is sore. Literally.’ Warren, bringing up the rear as usual, came up to ask if she was alright. ‘Just,’ she groaned, bending forward, ‘a little sore.’ ‘Alright, here, give me this. And that.’ Warren. She smiled again "You won't tell anyone. You won't say no to anything I suggest. Otherwise it's off the table. Understood?" I did.She gave me her address.Later same day I rang at her door. It was a huge apartment she and her dad lived in. He was a lawyer or something like that and he was working up until midnight.Caroline led me to her room. She had a huge bed. Lots of pillows. I saw a little black bear with "sweet 16" on its belly among them. There was a big desk with a Mac upon it and lots of. . that way." But, as she looked down to avoid his accusing gaze, Amy saw that her father was a liar. It wasn't hard for him to picture her getting fucked at all. Unless, that is, it had to do with the kind of "hard" that was bulging at his crotch. And now as she noticed the telltale mound below his belt, Amy was reminded of the effect on her pussy when her father had hugged and kissed her. A feeling that had distracted her ever since. Could something be happening between them that was the same.