She looked at me with one eyebrow raised and I just nodded my head. I wasn't sure who she'd been practicing on, but she sure knew what she was doing. ...She stopped on the way down to kiss and lick my nipples as she stroked my cock. Then she kissed her way down my stomach and gave me a long lick from balls to tip. "Don't even bother to warn me when you are about to come," she whispered. "It won't make a difference." Her lips slid over my cock and I was a goner.It wasn't that TK deep throated or. If I said no, then he’d walk off and I’d just go back to being bored. If I said yes, it’d be super awkward after I got some pants on.“Uh.. I guess,” I finally said, “Just.. let me go put some pants on.”“Well, I mean.. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he mumbled, I don’t think he expected me to hear it but I did. I felt my face getting even hotter and my panties getting even wetter. He walked in and closed the door, but I just stared at him and eventually asked, “What?”“What?” He looked. I ask her what she felt? Heather replied “It was like complete calmness, I felt like I was in a very safe bubble. Where I had contact with you, I felt an electrical current, very nice, going from you through my body. My sore ankle certainly got a lot of tingling together with my pussy. Can we do it again?”I replied “Yes but not today, we have had our charge up. Lets try again tomorrow.”Heather pushed me back onto the sand, mounted me and started to rub our bodies together, even though we were. He wondered if she or her uncle had been a part of the bomb plot. He had blood on his hands. Would they be equals if she had blood on her hands as well?His quiescent cock was lying between his thighs. He should have a raging erection for this exquisite creature of whom he had certainly not had his fill. She was naked and lying next to him; yet, his thoughts drifted elsewhere.He wondered where protesters went at the end of the day. Did they go back to their homes and their beds? Did they camp.