“Yes sir, you are right, sir,” I replied. Truthfully, my starving stomach had no allegiances.After I had consumed my food, he said, “You stink, ...boy, we need to get yer cleaned up.”“Sorry, sir,” was all I could offer in reply.“Not yer fault. But in this house, we bathe once a week. On Sundays,” he proclaimed.“Yes, sir, thank you, sir,” I replied.“What’s yer name?” he inquired.“Maurice, sir,” I answered.“No 'sirs' here, buddy, name’s Mac. My surname’s McDonald, but everyone just calls me Mac,” he. Opening my eyes, I saw Pamela kneeling at the tent opening. She was backlit by the moon’s reflections on the water, but by the position of her head I guessed that her eyes were fixed on my dick. A moment of horror, then I realized her hand was between her legs. As rationality settled in, I could just barely see (blessed full moon) her lips parted, her nipples obvious under her t-shirt (no bra), and the action of her hand said she was at work on her pussy. Then, apparently, she realized I was. I never felt so till now.Sheila started dressing up, while I didn’t want that. I said:I: I can make you feel much hotter.S: how?I: just don’t stop me.Sheila was looking at me while I decided to make the move. I pushed her against the wall and ripped her bra off her body. She was shocked but while she could realize, I was on my knees removing her panty. Panty went off and my face was buried in her legs licking her pussy. She tried to push me but soon gave it to the pleasure and was pressing my. When Amy got home from school she tried to bolt directly to her room. Typical teenager, George thought, avoiding her parent at all cost."Amy!" he yelled.He was sitting at the kitchen table, still wearing his overalls and dirty white t-shirt from work. When she entered the room, he allowed his eyes to gaze wantonly up and down her tight little body. She was wearing a loose-fitting green halter-top with thin straps that arched over her slender shoulders. Her breasts seemed to bulge around the.