Post coitus omnes animales sont triste? NotPolly. I felt *great*. Kind of revelled in this wonderful body I'dbeen gifted with.That day was a big ch...ange for me. I'm not saying an orgasm changedeverything because it didn't. But I accepted myself for where I wasrather than who I was. Young enough to play girl sometimes, usuallywhen I wanted something from Dad. Old enough to take on seriousresponsibilities, like being left in charge of Dawn overnight.But I was in-between. I'd enjoyed. " If you don't want to join the barbecue, that's fine. More roast Bison for me and the 'useless females'."I turned to the girls, "Cut up the meat, I'll have a steak."Heading into the woods for fuel, I was joined by Lokhoni. Gathering a couple of arm loads each, we set up in sight of the camp. The girls got their new knives and axes out and proceeded to cut out steaks, liver, kidneys. All the yummy bits.As the men saw the girls with new knives there was a lot of screaming and 'discussion' going. For what seemed like a long time there was much of the same. Each morning and night we would capture her dressing and undressing or sometimes not even that. I cut out all the good stuff and edited it together and deleted the rest.Then, almost a full two weeks later, we finally captured what we had been waiting for.The next day, after school, we sat eagerly in front of his computer. My heart raced as she dug through her bottom drawer and then finally pulled out the massive plastic cock. Then she. So I entered paradise when he brought his mouth down to mine, fucking me with his tongue, licking my face. I felt totally taken, loved and fucked. I started my orgasm right then: hips bucking, cum spraying, and even a little girl scream. He was right there with his, groaning into my mouth, pouring his cum in my love nest.Although we couldn’t sleep in that position, we were side by side after, me spooning him. Before I slept, I fondled my well worked hole, tasting the sperm of my lover. Heaven.