My mind was racing about the things which caused this situation to happen and what he would do with me now as his pants hit the floor just before his ...cock touched me between my legs sliding across the wetness of my hot slit with him so fucking happy thinking that it was he who was getting me this way. The humiliation that i felt from these surroundings and what was happening, how he treated me saying in Spanish with has hands firmly feeling my ass “perra que tiene un culo bastante blanco”,. I rubbed my body all over, bathing in the clean water. When that was done, I dunked my head underwater and ran my fingers through it, then sat up, using the palms of my hands to clean the water off my face.I got up and ran back to the cave. By the time I got there, I was dry.I checked Bev and Dad. Both were pretty much as I left them. Dad didn't seem quite as gray as he had before we went to bed.I put the water on and waited for it to boil. What's that saying? A watched pot never boils? Let's. ‘Don’t let go Michael.. Please don’t let go.’ She was still crying, so I gently kissed her on the head and held her tighter. When she had stopped crying I tilted her head up and gently kissed her on the lips. She immediately started kissing me back, and the kiss soon had tongue involved. As we bombed each others mouths with our tongues, she had one hand cupping my face and the other rubbing my chest, while both my hands were wrapped around her waist. As we continued kissing, she moved her hand. " Emma and I headed into Becca's house. We walked upstairs and entered her bedroom. "Uh, have you ever been a cheerleader before?" I asked Emma. "Yeah," she answered. "Cheered in high school. Our mascot was the cougars. Yeah, that joke got old really quickly." "Damn, and I thought having a rooster for a mascot was bad," I said. "Yep, that's high school for you," she remarked. "Immaturity at its finest." "Well, college guys aren't that much more mature," I informed her. "Trust me, I.