."A feeling of panic came over Derek at the mention of the sweet sophomore's name. "Sir ... please don't..."The stranger sighed. "Derek, don't get you... panties in a twist. She's only sixteen. Besides, I don't mess with girls as nice as Tara. She reminds me of one of my best friends in school. Anyway, the girl isn't even a Catholic and she volunteers at a soup kitchen at a Catholic church. That tells me all I need to know about her. She's an amazing kid." How ... OK, not asking." You're. Fir wo naa karne lagi.Fir mai apna 2ungli uski chut mai dal kar ander bahr krne laga.Fir wo boli thik hai mai tri rand kutiya hu ab mujhe chod.Fir mai apna land us k muh mai dal diya wo mera land ko chusna start kar di dhire dhre mera land wo pura apne gale tak lene lagifir mai apna land pur us ke gale tak dal kar rok leta use sans lene mai taklif hone lagi..Fir mai apna land bahr nikala aur use khol diya aur kutiya bana diya aur uski chut pe dher sara thuk diya apr apna land set kar k jor ka. Then one evening I was ready to take another step. After laying there with my nightie open feeling her gently moulding my boobs and exciting my nipples, I whispered how wet this was making me, was always making me. She whispered back that it had the same affect on her. I opened my legs a little and she looked between them seeing the wetness on my pink panties. I took her hand and placed it to the dampness and moved her fingers up and down knowing she was feeling my labia. She moved my bottom. Riley giggles and exits the stall. As I stand up and pull up my moto pants, I notice the large puddle on the floor. LOL—I guess he got off too. We walk out together, noticing the two still in the showers. Pretty damm long showers, I observe. They were more of the straighter dudes in the camp, not into the 'dude on dude' stuff. I give them a snarl as we walk past, and just mumbled “mind ur fuckin buisiness” After a couple of minutes of walking back to the camp, I turn to my right, and then.