John was almost six feet tall. He was lean, with nicely toned arms and a flat stomach that showed signs of developing abs. He was on the school’s ba...ketball team, a national runner and top in the school’s long jump, javelin and shot-put categories. He was a great athlete, and all that exercise had definitely payed off. There wasn’t a girl in our school that hadn’t thought of him naked, I could swear my whole collection of Nicholas Sparks books on that.For the rest of the morning, I lazed around. She watched him as he worked, momentarily forgetting the heated crevice as the scent of roasting meat hit her nostrils, and sent her stomach into a cramping frenzy. Desperation coursed through her as she watched the meat turning, the juices hitting the hot coals with a sizzling pop. Licking her lips she did her best to sit still and not be grabby, but four days without food and she was sure she was going to die from the pain in her gut. Time was sliding slowly by when he finally handed her a. The heat from her body radiated from Mom as I pulled her close. My rapidly hardening erection pushed into her soft body. My hands unzipped her skirt and she raised herself up enough that I could roll it and her panties past her ample hips. She then kneeled as she unbuttoned and removed her blouse.My fingers unclasped her brassiere and tossed it aside and then my mouth closed over a pink nipple as I sucked on it. Mom gasped and attempted to push more of her breast into my mouth as I lavished. Her jeans were soaked. The pee had run down her legs and completely soaked the seat. She stood up just a little and saw that the ass of her jeans, and a bit of her shirt had gotten sopping wet too. She sat back down making a sort of sloshing sound. She put her head in her hands and she let out a small whimper. I felt so bad.I reached over and hugged Emily. “Are you okay?” I asked, stupidly. She shook her head. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I knew that when we reached our stop.