Anne pulled out a long, blue, cotton dress with a gazillion tiny white flowers, half a million little buttons down the front and a deep scoop neck. Sh...e left the skirt buttons open up to mid-thigh."That's pretty, all right. Guess I'll be the homely one."I dug out a silk print blouse that has this design of red and blue lines and blocks on a white background. I put on a blue worsted kilt that's mid-thigh with a funny-looking bronze clasp pin Aunt Bessie gave me. I love good things.We both hit the. ” I reached for a towel that Germaine kept conveniently stacked beside the bed, and slipped them under my head. “Incidentally, I am not at all squicked by happy bodily fluids, be they urine, whatever it is that one squirts, or semen.”She laughed. “But my bladder is empty. Like you, I don’t know what the squirt fluid is, but it’s not urine and I like it. I take your point, though, as something where we can share the more outrageous of acts, celebrating kink. Speaking of points, did I address. "I want you so badly" she said slowly spreading her legsIt was a weird feeling, like a hot throbbing intrusion as she felt himenter her. The heat was amazing as his wonderful cock slid in and out ofher."Oh fuck yeah!" she growled as she dug her nails into his chest as hepumped into her harder and harder "mmmmmm"A fighter Jessie wasn't, not by a long shot; but as a lover? Kelly hadno complaints at all, he was everything she ever fantasized about and somuch more. The feeling wasn't weird any. The thought of that wash cloth on my face was pure heaven because she was just using it to wash between her legs. In grabbing for me she had released her dress and now it was completely soaked. As she walked me back to shore the dress clung to her body and revealed her wide ass and thick legs for all to admire, though no one was around. Everyone had gone back to the house which was about a city block away through the trees. She sat me down on a large boulder and tended to my nose. I lied that I.