I stammered, "I heard that oiled cucumbers make pretty good... dildos... uh... wow... you don't have to do that, but... but it sure feels great..." "...o you want me to stop?" "Uh... no. NO! Please don't. Would you like me to...?" and I held up a cucumber. "Yes! Please do." And she turned loose of me just long enough to raise her dress up around her waist and lower her panties. I carefully pressed the oiled veggie against her wispy fuzzy pussy and it slipped easily inside her vagina. She. As for Summer, she was enjoying herself and I found myself enjoying her enjoyment. We’d stopped several times, getting out so she could wander around while I took photos. Not of her. Not that I wasn’t tempted, I just… it felt like stepping over a line, I guess. At least it did until she said something about it.“You ever take pictures of people?”“Not often. Sometimes. Only with their permission.”“What about mine?” I had to laugh a little, her eyes both bold and shy as they met mine.“I’d love. Béla dug a little deeper and discovered that, once Beth understood Earth had no future, she was afraid to do anything that might cause her to fall in love with it again. She wasn't even planning on going down to the surface with Béla, but intended, instead, to stay on the great ship and work as a crewmember, returning with them to New Eden."That's a three year journey!" Béla exclaimed. "And the ship isn't even leaving anytime in the next two years! That's five years! What are you going to do?. One thing she made me promise was that shecould always get her pussy wet for me so we could havethe best sex. Of course that was OK!We honeymooned a couple of miles away at the Motel 8. Itwas cool getting the free continental breakfast. Ifucked her so often she stayed wet and didn’t bang herstepdad or brother for two days.I rented us a nicer trailer closer to my job and that’swhen a problem appeared. Her pussy wasn’t wet enoughwhen I tried to fuck her. She couldn’t just.