Do I just lie there and enjoy this? Do I respond in kind? Do I just fall back into the clutch of sleep? Or do I follow the lead of that one part of my...body that was now fully awake and changing the shape of the boxers I had stripped down to before lying down? And then there was this one last question nagging me back to consciousness. ‘Who are you?’ I was a college freshman. I had no steady girlfriend, although I knew many girls and had my share of dates. So there was no one woman that had. He did manage to build a fire and then pulled his buffalo skins around him and fell asleep immediately.Ben woke up several times during the night to add wood to the other boy's fire and just before morning, he zoomed a bowl of steaming hot stew to the cave and set it down beside David.The smell of something wonderful woke David from a deep sleep. He opened his eyes and saw a steaming bowl of food barely a foot away from him. Struggling to sit up, he snatched the bowl and quickly dug his fork. He loved this feeling – the feeling of leaving all earthly emotions behind and just living in the moment.But lately, he was plagued by all sorts of emotions – emotions he felt even here, in what was supposed to be his escape and safe haven. The most prominent among those emotions was, strangely, happiness. Not the sort of happiness that was brought about by peace and contentment, but the sort of fierce joy brought about by nights of debauchery and violence.And that worried him. Ginny had been. Soon she moved a bit backwards and now she was straddling my thighs. She struggled a little but pushed my t shirt off me. Now she calmly held my hands and placed them on her tits. Her hard nipples were grazing my palms. Before this, I had only slipped my hand inside a tight teen bra and never actually realized how soft and malleable a woman’s breasts were. The feeling, I got by caressing those bare flesh globes was fantastic. The more, I took her nipples between my fingers and thumb; more she.