It would all be worth it in the end. The longer the build-up, the better the payoff, right? She sure hoped so because her pussy was itching to be touc...hed and it was all she could do to keep from hopping up on him and demand he shove his cock inside her pussy.She stuck her thumb in her mouth and tasted Tommy for the first time. It was a unique taste, warm and salty and thick. Whatever its flavor, her tongue's interpretation of it seemed to be linked directly to her pussy, sending a warm surge of. I sighed shaking my head laying down on the bed taking a nap, it was getting late anyways. When I woke up the cabin was quiet. A few other kids had shown up but were asleep. I rolled off of my bed looking for where Kyle was sleeping. "Looking for me?" Asked Kyle from above me as if on cue. I'd forgotten the beds were also bunk beds. I pulled myself up to his bed looking at him. He had a small flashlight and a maxim magazine next to him. "What're you doing?" I asked innocently. Kyle rolled his. " That shocked everyone into a brief silence. I actually felt a bit guilty that I hadn't thought hard about what to wear, other than decent-looking casual. In the future, I would be careful about such things about how my clothing felt against someone else.Breaking the silence, I flung my hands, dramatically and protectively, over my crotch. "Well, that's right! Doesn't anyone respect men, or are they just objects of lust?" Gerri, around here, men should speak when spoken to. A little while ago,. . Christ! But of course Mark Jenkins wouldn't have married the kind of woman Stuart appreciated anyway. Jenkins was the type to pick out some mousy librarian whose idea of a risque subject was the sex life of an amoeba.That was why Stuart had been slightly taken aback when he had actually met his old college buddy's wife. Jesus Fucking Christ! he'd remarked mentally. Old Jenkins really got himself a fox! Natalie was as voluptuous as any centerfold model Stuart had ever seen, and she seemed to.