We talked a little bit about it and she got turned on all over again as she relived it. She hopped back onto me and we were still fucking as it got da...rk. We began to think of new ways to show her off. We would go on special shopping trips trying to find things that best highlighted her assets. We found tight tank tops that were semi transparent and little terry cloth shorts that hugged her butt. These shorts had drawstrings on the sides that would allow you to basically tighten them up and it. I could only look up at him, my mouth forming silent words.“Cat got your tongue? Tell me – did you come or not?” I managed to squeak out a noise that could be construed as “No”.“Good. Now here’s the story – I didn’t see anything up here as long as you do me a favor.” I had a feeling I knew what the favor would entail, but still could only nod mutely. “I’m going to sit down right over here,” he continued, “and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do.” He sat down just out of arm’s reach. “Hi, Clara.” A watery smile flits around her eyes, broadens her mouth and causes dimples to appear in her cheeks. We eat.----------------------------------------Aren’t boys rotten! You give them a simple instruction; “text me;” and can they do it? No! It’s exactly the same with first dates; they promise you the earth as they spread your creamy thighs and slide their thick cock into your lustful, warm, wet pussy but come the morning the fingers that danced so adroitly across your shivering skin. ”Claire insisted on paying for the ice and gas. Ruth put the ice in the cooler just as Michael finished pumping the gas. They were quickly on their way again. It was another 45-50 minute drive to the cabin and the back seat activities resumed.Claire enjoyed the scenery as they drove through the countryside and talking with Ruth who seemed to have acquired a need to touch her leg from time to time for emphasis. Claire did not discourage her. In fact, she let her legs fall open so her left leg.