He slid a finger underneath the material of her dress, sliding it across her erect nipple. “And your nipples are, too. How could my cock not be st...iff, with a sexy girl like you rubbing it?” he said. “C’mon, let’s go back to my hotel.”Her eyes held his captive, dark and penetrating, betraying her smoldering heat. Her voice was a sultry hiss. “No…I can’t wait that long. I need you, now. Come with me.” She stood up, and took his hand, leading her to the ladies room.As they entered, a. . well, I didn’t know what to think. I haven’t seen anyone in three days and now the road I have traveled ends at this lake and I shall have to go back and find where I turned off the wrong way.”“Ah, well that would be easy,” said Upik the woodcutter. “You must have taken the high road back at the manor of Master Borgia. It’s an easy mistake to make, but you’ll put it to rights by just going back to the manor and taking the low road out of town.”“But,” said Steven, “that is 81,034 steps. That. ”Bev nodded. “Football is a bigger deal here than at our old middle school or even my old high school there. Tonight’s Tuesday. I’ll talk to Mom and Dad and see what kind of commitment they will give me. I see no problem for you and think that they will pick up Clarissa, too. I’ll ask them.”“Thanks, Sis.”More Story – Chapter 2She did and it worked. My younger sister wanted to go but, to my surprise, my parents denied her wish.That Friday evening, my Dad took Bev and me and stopped by to pick. “Do you want to hear about my slutty past?” she asked. I brought my hands up to her breasts and pinched her nipples hard. “Yes, baby. Tell me about all the fucking you did as a student,” I answered. “I’ll tell you about the time when three guys all fucked me at once and I had a cock in every hole. One in my cunt, one in my mouth and one in my arse!” she began. Joanne was good at telling stories and I’ve absolutely no doubt they were true. At a later date, we even bumped into one of the guys.