I realised the possibilities of the situation and drove on a couple of hundred yards until I came upon an unmade access road to a field where I could ...park my car out of sight of any traffic passing on the main road. I left my car and hurriedly walked into the woods back towards the direction where I had seen the girl. I saw her ahead of me on the main track through the woods and I was soon close behind her. She was probably about 12 years old with brown hair down past her shoulders and a pretty. She wasn’t a teen any longer, like her young friend, but she thought she had held up well. She was five-foot-seven, an average height, she thought, and still slim. She twisted around in the mirror and checked her butt. No sag or cottage cheese; a daily power walk instead of lunch handled that. She cupped her breasts and lifted them. Nicely hefty and no sag there either, she thought to herself smugly. She pulled the scrunchy from her long brown hair and stepped into the shower.She supposed that. His hands grab me, bringing the pain back to life. His fingers dig deeper into my bruises as he begins to slam into my pussy. I am very wet, I hear him as well as feel him, the pleasure builds. I continue to push back into him, not bashful of the need he has aroused in me. I match him stroke for stroke, each slamming, pushing into the other. He then stops pulls his cock out of me, slaps my butt twice and then pushes his fully erect cock in to my ass. I am ready for this, it is the usual finale. We somehow managed to get me half-dressed – the upper half – without ruining all of her work. After that we focused on finishing up with the minimal amount of distraction; in other words, no more fun and games. When she finished me I used a wash cloth and warm, soapy water to clean myself down below in preparation for donning the lower part of my costume. She did the same, washing herself thoroughly to get all of my semen off of her legs and groinal region, her strategy of letting as much of my.