"Frankie gasped at this point, but she kept staring at me."If you'd been around her, you'd know she dyes her hair these wild, crazy colors, and she ch...anges it like every month or so. That night she had purple hair. But her pussy hair didn't match. It was brown. If she was my girlfriend, I'd talk her into dying her pussy hair too. Or maybe shaving it off. She'd look hot that way. What's that? No, I wouldn't call her a beauty queen. But like I said, she's cute, and I bet she'd be loyal, and. I knew this was turning her on and I was sure a breaking point is in sight. When I reached her, I straddled her hips, making sure my skirt was loose around my legs. This looked like a typical cowgirl position with me sitting on Brooke’s thighs and her hands on my legs. She moved her hands up my thighs and around to the back to find my panties under my skirt. Brooke was squeezing and feeling my panties across my ass and I started rotating my hips on top of her. She pulled me tight against her. We arrived at the camp close to dusk, and directed the students to their cabins so they could unpack. I found out that I hadn't been catered for when it came to accommodation, but the manager of the camp was able to fit me into an old cabin at the end of the block. It was next to Andrea's, but it had been abandoned and disused for several years due to disrepair. I was happy enough to rough it in there for a few nights because it still beat sleeping out in the cold!One of the teachers had. I remember being surprised that he didn’t have underwear on, and at the time I thought his cock was huge. I looked to my dad and he told me to stop. I asked why, I told him I knew he and mommy hadn’t been having much sex lately. I wanted to help him. Then he guided my head down to his cock. It was really difficult to give him a blow job but knowing I was helping him feel good made me think it was fine. He told me to keep this a secret from everyone. I did what he told me to do. You once.