He knew places to avoid the crowds, up in the hills. Primitive, but private.She eagerly agreed to accompany him for the weekend. He would pick her up ...in Fresno and take his all-wheel drive up to Yosemite. This would be fun, she thought. She spent the rest of the week getting her camping gear together. For just a week-end a backpack would hold everything she needed. They were to leave early Saturday to give them time to drive up and then pack in to Grandpa's favorite spot.He picked her up at. Her skin took on a subtly waxy cast and her breathing became extremely regular and deep. Her eyes closed. Helen had totally shut out the outside world. ‘Helen, how do you feel?’ … ‘ Very … … comfortable and … … safe. Secure’ ‘Do you remember why we met this afternoon?’ … ‘Yes, My fantasies. I have been having fantasies that drive me crazy with desire,… but I am so afraid of them. … They scare the hell out of me.’ ‘Your fantasies were about being nude and being seen nude, weren’t they?’ … ‘. Zack, finally approached his street and spotted a red convertible in the driveway of his house."Ah, Sharon's home." he thought. Sharon was Zack's older sister. She was 23 and a senior at college. For getting straight A's and graduating as valedictorian from high school, their parents bought her a car of her choice as her reward. Zack was envious but not angry. Sharon was a decent sister, for the most part, but occasionally she was a spoiled pain in the ass. However Zack liked Sharon and more. George opened the door slowly. When he walked through the door, he saw me sitting there with my legs opened wide. The body stocking was sheer black and had an opening at my pussy. I was fucking myself with my vibrator. I was moving the vibrator in and out of my pussy. Getting myself ready for playtime with George. He especially liked me to have a nice wet pussy for him.“My darling, don’t you look scrumptious?”“I just came for you, darling. I know how you enjoy a wet pussy.”“I do love a wet.