Granted I was just over four and half feet tall but still. Now I am standing there stroking this man's wang with just my panties on and we seemed to b... getting no where. "Try putting it in your mouth" he shouted. I had no clue what I was doing as I put my mouth over his wanker. I tried to think of what might feel good but was afraid this thing might shoot off. Mr. Hemmer growing more frustrated slapped me on the head and told me to stop. "Why don't you just climb up here and put the tip inside. I love bush (Not George W, the other bush). Whilst my father had walked to his desk to get some gloves, I had activated the zoom on the camera for a close up of Cindy's beautiful cunt. I could not believe my eyes, she was wet! Very wet! She had fluid dripping out of her pussy and down to her ass hole. I zoomed out a little and saw that she had her eyes closed and a little smile on her face. 'What did this mean' I asked myself? I almost never talk to myself.My father came back and proceeded to. “Damn my lady, you love doing it with me,” Jeanette said. “Well just remember this will be a one time thing, because I love you,” I replied. “Fine spoil sport,” Jeanette said. As we rubbed our pussies together I began getting a little more turned on, I couldn't help it. I still knew this wasn't right, but still it was kinky. But eventually I had to have an orgasm as well. I began moaning a little loudly as well. “Holy fucking shit Jeanette, I'm gonna fucking explode too,” I said. Then I came. She watched as I struck two rocks together, the spark lighting the bracken in my cooking fireplace. This was a quite large metal dish, shield-shaped, that I had found in the mountains. It was sat on a circle of rocks to prevent the wood below from getting burned.I swung the pan of water over after I had added wood to the flames. When the water began to boil, I threw in a handful of berries, allowing them to simmer for a while. I handed her one of the mugs I had filled, she sniffed warily at it.