“I thought you liked women,” he responded curtly. “I do like women,” I answered. “Do you eat their pussies?” he inquired, a sour look on h...is face. “Sure,” I offered. He turned away, asking me if I wanted a mixed drink, and I accepted his offer. This was really awkward, I thought. I hadn’t expected this type of response from him. I figured he’d love the chance to break in a brand new ass, especially a tight, young 19 year old ass. He returned with two drinks, and motioned for me to sit down. I. I sat, stared, and daydreamed at my desk.Dad loved Airstream trailers, and big Chrysler tow cars. Every long weekend, or vacation, he would bring us kids to the high profile state parks and campgrounds on the shore. We would hike over from the tent areas to look over the Airstreams. Once or twice we found them gathering for one of the big treks. Dad loved the two-axled ones, the longer the better. I prefered the single axle Bambis, especially with the funky Internatial Travelalls as the tow. She bent over at the waist so she could see how the thong looked inside her private place and admired how it fit snugly over her brown-eye and hugged her labia so tightly that she could see every detail of her puffy slit.The custom made top was fluffy white with a tiny vest of black adorned with funny little sayings in orange script that said things like,"Give me my treat or I will visit my trick upon you!" or the more discreet "Make a witch happy today".The skirt was rather like a ballerina's. No words were needed as Ruth leaned down and kissed first Clair’s stomach, and then her pubic mound and finally sliding down a little more softy kissed the lips of her pussy.The touch was gently and soft. Ruth kept looking up at Clair’s face as she gently pursed her lips and blew a little on the sensitive area before she kissed again and poked her tongue gently between the lips, for the first time tasting another woman’s unique flavour.Clair bit her lower lip and groaned as she felt and watched.