This time she didn'tpull it away. I felt the sweet feeling of her finger sliding into mypussy."Mmmmmmmm."You like that don't you? You are so wet. I ca...n smell your nasty cuntfrom here."Melly started to slowly saw back and forth with her finger. My hands werewrapped around the head board so tight I thought I might pull it down onus. I wanted more fingers but it was feeling so good I didn't want totalk. She curled her finger up in me and touched my G-spot. I instantlyfelt like I had to pee and I. Jeanne watched movies during the day while I was at classes and did her term paper on my living room floor. Once she was done, she could take off for Christmas earlier than I could, so she gave me back my spare key.About a week later, the day before I was due to go home for Christmas, Jeanne showed up at my door. She was with her mom. They had been Christmas shopping and Jeanne said she had got me a present and card to thank me for helping her out. I asked them in for coffee but Jeanne said. Just standing in my backyard and watching the heat lightning. Saw you up the way and figured it was you. You shouldn't be sitting in that chair. You're liable to get yourself struck." Yeah, I suppose so." I said, getting up, grounding out my cigarette on the porch and placing my beer down. I reached inside the cooler and pulled out a beer for Stephanie."I'll pass. Not a big fan of Stag."Shrugging it off, I placed the unopened can back in the cooler and continued to drink the one I had. "Karen grinned. "Though you like it."Marianne smiled. "With Tom, it's special. It's more loving than I ever thought sex could be. It's far more satisfying."Karen smiled at her. "You're growing up, little sister." Maybe so. I think I'm really learning what's important."Everything was packed away and the five of us pulled out of the campground and onto the road heading for our next stop.We would be spending time with my mother's youngest sibling, Ron and his wife, Gretchen. We stopped at a.