It's not their fault. Don't be afraid to talk to us, that we were always there for them. So you see, Jim, I always had a distaste for men that tried t... grope me. To try and feel me up, if you will." What about me, Kathy? We've made love hundreds of time, didn't I turn you off?" No, Jim, I fell in love with you. When we met you actually courted me. Remember the candy, flowers, the first kisses? I wanted you, Jim. I didn't put you in the category of a stalker but as a lover. I wanted to make love. Neither of us is old enough to rent a room. I’ll be right back.”The tears that had been threatening to spill started to fall. ‘A little longer,’ she scolded herself.Harriet came back and she set up the tent while Lori pulled out the food. Beef jerky, trail mix, and Twizzlers. Luckily there were still drinks in the mini cooler. “Sorry, I didn’t think about food for the ride home,” she said apologetically.“It’s okay, I’m tired anyway,” Harriet said and crawled in the tent.Lori listened for her to. My face was damp wet by the pussy juices. She had an orgasm and jet of fluid came out. Some of it entered into my mouth. First time I tested her juices. I continued tong fucking, she was giving a good blowjob. My penis stood erect and was now an iron rod. Then I inserted two fingers in to the vagina hole and moved to and fro. She was enjoying it. I lied her on her back and adjusted myself between her thighs. She opened her thighs wide to accommodate me. There was lots of space between her. His hands went lower, rubbing briefly on her puckered hole, making her gasp, and finally resting on her dripping lips. He explored her sex, making her whimper with pleasure, her hips moving around in obvious arousal. He kept on rubbing until his fingers found her little nubbing. She moaned her approval as he rubbed it gently, taking special attention on her sensitive little clit and feeling a gush of wetness covering her opening.In response, she twisted her tail in between them. Wrapping her.