“Your scary friend is going to take some dealing with next time you two meet.”She giggled and it sounded like sexy music. “What—you think she�...��s going to jump me?”“Well she’s clearly as hot for you as I am. And scary bitch though she is, I can’t fault her taste.”“She’d like to, but I’ve known that for over a year now and she’s not going to unless I invite her. We’re roommates, remember?”“Roommates? God. I knew you had one, I just hadn’t made the connection.” He rocked her gently in his arms and. On the occasions my brother Wasn,t with us we used the tent for privacy. The first time we used it I Didn,t even know Mom had put it in the trunk. Brother Austin was staying at one of his friend,s houses that hot August afternoon when we,d set out, stopping at the local gas station both for gas and live minnows for bait. When I went to,put the bait bucket in the trunk I couldn’t help but notice the rolled up old tent that had sat in our garage for years. “What,s the old tent for?” I asked when. She shyly answered "yes" but he did not listen to her. He was not ready yet. He wanted more. He wanted her to scream again, to moan and scream, to beg him to fuck her again and again. He wanted her to beg him to cum inside her.He stopped fucking her, looking down at his cock inside her pussy, her dripping pussy. He pulled out and aimed at her ass. Knowing how much she enjoyed anal, he got his cock close to her anus and slowly entered her, very slowly at first, watching her reaction, she let out. No. Thank you," I replied."Are you okay?" Bea asked softly, obviously referring to what had just happened with Sydney."I'm fine," I replied again. "Uh ... how's Sydney?" She'll be okay. I sent her home," Bea told me. She paused, then slipped into her fake cornpone lilt and began to explain."That girl, she done built a big ol' wall around her heart after her husband went and got hisself killed in da war. And she ain't never let no one in. That is, 'til a certain, well-endowed young rogue done.