Then with them laying back, opening their legs and holding their hairless cunts open as we tried and tried to fuck them. As hard as we were (for as lo...g as we wanted), and as cooperative as those “camper girls” were, we never got any deeper than getting our cock heads inside their vestibules. But such fun we had.I particularly remember a “camper girl” named Leslie – 8 years old, blonde, svelte, and with a sex drive that was amazing. I found her one-day alone in a haymow, her panties off as she. Say you need me to fuck you.’ He said stopping when he was only halfway inside her. ‘No…don’t stop.’ She cried clawing at him, trying to pull him deeper inside her. ‘Say it.’ He growled forcing himself to hold still. ‘I…I can’t.’ She whispered her cheeks blushing. Marty growled again sliding more of himself into her hot pussy. ‘Say fuck me bitch.’ He growled, as he started moving fast inside her. He grasped her by the hair pulling her face back. ‘Tell me to fuck you or I won’t let you cum.’. She glared through the wall at her unseen lover, annoyed that the lack of warning meant she would need to clean her shirt now.Determined to avoid the situation from happening a second time she deftly slipped out of her clothes, leaving her breasts and pussy exposed in the dark room. Even though she knew no one could see her she felt her face flush in the dark. She couldn't believe where she was and never would have guessed how the day would end if you had asked her that morning.The spent cock. And, to be honest, I never want torelive that moment when Karl found out his father was long dead. As badas the physical changes to Karl, that look when I told him about his dadwas the worst."Cindy touches Lisa's arm tenderly. "That was a horrible moment, butluckily, by tomorrow, his father will be back amongst us."Lisa brightens. "Really?! His dad is alive? Karl's mom didn't murderhim in a drunken rage when he was 8 years old?"Cindy shakes her head. "No. That version of reality was.