And when they went on to serious water sports, well, I found another story.I emptied my bladder, washed up, and went outside to wait for Darlene."Nobo...dy else is up yet. Let's take a walk," she suggested.I thought for a second about getting her back to my tent so I could play with those soft-but-firm mounds that decorated her chest some more, but I nodded. I took her hand, and we picked a trail we hadn't been on yet."Were you talking to somebody last night?" She asked."Just Zoe," I said as I. "Remember that one year, Morty? I think all we gave him was socks." Yes, that's right, Santa. Crew socks to be exact." And yet he still acts badly toward his sister." Well, if it's any consolation, he's not getting much more than underwear and pajamas this year, Santa." Maybe a small consolation. But that doesn't help Lisa very much. What about her mother? Can she still bear children?"Morty clicked away at the keyboard for a few moments then came back with the answer that Santa didn't want to. The hotness of the fantasy grew as it played out in my mind.Suddenly I felt her hand coming around my waist. Before I could react she was inside my pajama pants, feeling the gooey wetness around my erection.I flinched."Shhh, relax dipshit," she whispered in my ear. "You were shaking the bed. Let me show you how to do it." Her fingers pushed underneath mine and closed around my hard dick. No one had ever touched me before. Her touch was unexpected, her fingertips started on the head of my penis,. “Why were you touching my junk!”“Junk’s boy parts, right?” Renee asked the room. I don’t think it mattered; we all understood Pat’s objection.“My cunt!” Pat squealed the correction.“Vanessa said you should be ready for sex. I wanted to see if you were,” Renee added helpfully.“Well I was a second ago...” Pat over enunciated.“This is so weird,” Andrea shook her head. She caught the look in my eye. She looked down and smiled and looked back up and I was still looking. She frowned. “Do you want me.