Do you have any wood?”“Under the tarp there.”“Can I get a fire going?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.I shrugged. “Sure, go ahead.” There...was no way I would deny her anything, not with that look.Alana moved to grab some logs. “Megs, please ... Don’t exert yourself!”Megan was sitting in one of the camp chairs, stretching her legs onto another one, the picture of comfort. “What should I do?” she asked lazily.“You can help Matt clean the fish,” Alana suggested, an evil twinge in her voice.“Me? No. I want you on top of me, fucking me.” Then she laid down on the floor and said, “I want you to fuck me right here on the floor. Pretend that you’re forcing me.”As I looked down at Becky with her long black hair spread out on the carpet, just waiting for me to fuck her, I got the distinct feeling that I was about to have sex with an angel. She was looking up at me with loving eyes that seemed to say, “You can do anything you want to me.”I had an impulse to walk barefoot through her silky hair,. Like that.And they would look at each other like the king and queen of some endangered species in a dwindling rainforest. Every time Harte looked like he was about to tell her he loved her, she'd start touching herself to distract him enough to shut up.In all that time they'd never touched once. Watching. Only watching.Sparrow loved him too much to tell him so. And if she ever fucked him she knew he'd never leave town.She knew he'd been with others, just as she had, but they never talked about. It wasn't long before my dad got busy and started to organizing groups of people for volleyball and other games, leaving me to chat with two seriously good looking guys, Alex and Pete. They are both in they're 30's but single. We flirted openly while we had a few drinks. Several times when no one was paying attention their hands found my legs, rubbing them gently, playfully. I had to tell them to behave themselves as they got a little bolder. The park had a beautiful beach nearby and Alex kept.