She did check the first aid kit again."Frigging men," she said to the silent camp.How long in history did women sit around waiting for men to come bac...k, just as she was? Looking towards the sky, she realized there was lots of time before dark. Screw it. Unless he brought back smaller game, she'd be making tonight's dinner out of what they'd brought with them. She dug into the cooler and began making a small stew. She hated waiting, for anything. This was insane.The air was cooling. The sounds. “Stuart, Honey, got some news, my Dad and Ray are going away for the weekend, fishing or something, which means only my Mom will be at home and I managed to convince her to allow you to stay over, so what do you reckon? Feel up for a naughty weekend with your girl?” She’s so fucking cool, how can I refuse.“Ellen, just tell me what time and I’ll bring my toothbrush.”Oh man! She’ll be getting ready right now to have me over, my stomach turns butterflies thinking about it and all I can imagine is. She got completely trashed, so someone asked him to drive her home. Instead of her having one of the exotics, she had a seriously souped up Nissan Celica. Without looking under the hood, it appeared to anyone as nothing more than an immaculately maintained base model. When you fired it up, he told me there was no question someone put a lot of wrench time in under the hood. As a side benefit, he found that the woman he was taking home got really horny because of all of that raw power and. She lay belly-down between his legs and began to lick his balls. Then she sucked on them, thrilled at how full and firm and solid they were. It was like sucking on a juicy melon. She could feel his slime slosh around inside.She lifted his balls and tongued underneath them, groveling in his groin, going crazy over the nutty goodness of his bloated balls.Then she placed her flattened tongue against the base of his towering cock. She drew it up slowly, tracing along the pounding vein that seamed.