She was wet, wetter than she could even remember, wet like a teenager. Kim slipped a finger inside herself and felt her silky slick, sticky pussy juic... coat her finger, Her legs shook as she ran that finger up her slit and stroked her hard, sensitive, little clit. Kim’s body quivered, she knew she would come right there, in the bushes, if she didn’t stop. The men had moved positons. Jim now layed on the lounge and Roger had moved over him. Straddling both Jim and the lounge chair, he lowered. She told me to get ready for bed and we would discuss it in the morning. I finally removed all of Aunt Beth's clothes and put on my own pajamas. It was a relief to not have all that pressure around my waist and chest. I fell asleep thinking about Shelley.The next morning I told mom that I decided to keep my commitment and go with them to the lake. Mom was a little surprised but told me it was the right decision. We went again into Beth's room as I was told I would need a swimsuit to wear. ‘Yeah.’ ‘Every time?’ ‘Yeah.’ She gives me a wicked smile, and says, ‘Forget the condom, I want you to feel it without one.’ ‘But…’ I start to say. ‘I’m on the pill, but just try and pull out in time.’ She says, lying back down. Not needing any more motivation than that, I drop the condom on top of my jacket, and position myself again. I gently rub the tip of my cock up and down her pussy, getting it wet, before slowly plunging it into her. She is so tight, that I’m afraid that I’m going to. She hated it! Why did her parents have to get divorced? And then to pack her off to this School while they fought over their possessions was no fair. She missed her old house, with its stables out back and its open meadows stretching for miles. She thought longingly of how she used to saddle up Countess, her mare, and ride for hours, the wind pulling her long auburn hair out behind her, her trim thighs clenching and unclenching to the natural rhythm of the horse. Sometimes she would bring.