Angel had actually won a competition in Colorado to do with conservation and was very proud of her achievement the award on permanent display over the... mantelpiece. Just before school started her father built a tree house in the big tree in their back yard big enough for three adults to sit in complete with a proper roof to keep out rain and two basic collapsible aluminium chairs with a camping lantern for light if we used it after dark. On the hot August afternoons and evenings it was a real. Erica kept on and read through the intimate section. Christie felt the sensation fill about again, and her labia moistened. The lining of her panties started to absorb all her wetness, which made Christie quite uncomfortable. The details in the woman in the book masturbating made her hornier, and gave her ideas of what to do to herself. These thoughts were all new to her and she knew something down there was to be relieved. Christie stopped Erica mid-sentenced, I have to go home, I feel sick.. "She got up, took his hand, and led him upstairs to their room. She walkedover to where she had her clothes, picked up a bra, and handed it to him.He looked at it, and said, "This will be too small." No, it won't." But, it's one of yours. And, you're smaller than I am." It's not one of mine." Huh?" I got that one for you." For me?" Yea. I kind of figured that our bras would be too small for you."He looked at the bra. It was a white stain, 38C. And, almost as pretty asthe one Ronnie had worn at. “It feels like it’s in my stomach” she moaned. She didn’t move, attempting to give herself some time to get use to the foreign invading member. But she soon began to grind her ass back into my crotch. “Oooohhh, that’s so fucking good” she moaned louder and I was concerned someone might hear us. “c’mom baby cum for me, shoot that load deep into me. I need it, I fucking need it” “Wow was she desperately horny” I thought but I wasn’t one to disobey. I started to thrust up into her depths, rapidly.