I think Rob and I had the same idea at the same moment. The woman counselors cabins. On the way over Rob asked me if I had ever masturbated and I said... no, of course not. He agreed, that he also had never done that. We paused for a second and made a secret pack that if we got to see anything tonight that I was going to play with myself. Rob agreed also.The first cabin had three counselors living there. We went around back and could see a light on. The paper shade was warped in one corner and we. "Fine, where do you want to go” I caved and reluctantly agreed with her."On our way I've noticed a bar about two blocks from here, we can walk there.” She greened.We walked back and a few minutes later we were there. I've seen nicer bars in the past, even though there was still light outside it was dark and gloomy inside. The wooden floor have seen better days and creaked under our footsteps, the smell of stale cigarette smoke was in the air. To our left was a long bar with red stools, some. She was dancing in no time, spending half her time clinging on to me, theother half with her hands in the air, flashing that big smile to anyonewho looked at her. And everyone was looking at her."Thank you so much for bringing me here!" she yelled in my ear, wrappingher arms around me and pressing her body against mine. "The restaurantwas great, but, well, I can do that anytime, you know?"I turned to answer, but was thwarted by her lips, which met mine in afull-bodied kiss. I felt her tongue. "Here it comes! Uuuuuhhhhh!" The girl exclaimed, rubbed her clit vigorously, then let the gush of her clear hot fluid pour out of her hot gash all over Cheryl Lynn. It felt like heavy warm rain droplets falling onto her in a crisp cool morning, heating her body naturally. The initial splash landed just under Cheryl Lynn's thirty-eight specials, the force of it hitting her so hard, she could still feel the sting on her skin. Cheryl Lynn watched the girl use her hand to slowly beat a rhythm upon.