It wasn't a bad idea, at that. There was an experiment she was dying to try, but to do it she had to have the trailer all to herself. Ben kissed her g...odby and went jogging away down the trail, and Chrissy quickly pulled all the shades. Then she went to the fruit basket on the table and got a banana-a very carefully selected banana. It was as close as she could get to the size and shape of a cock.Humming to herself, she stretched out on the daybed and wriggled out of her shorts and panties. She. Something glistens in her eye slightly, from the rain probably; but maybe not. My breath catches slightly in my throat. Not the rain.The bench she leads me to is covered by the tent, but only barely. Wind shifts and rain blows in sideways and up and down and we sit there. Staring at each other. Saying little. She makes this expression. As hard to describe as she is. For what adjectives run together to make a person like her. It's sad, hangdog, heartbreaking. I have no idea why. Or what it. I looked back to the table and saw that Melissa was squatting over this guy’s cock and was she was giving him the best head that I had ever seen her perform. She raised herself from the floor and pushed blokey back onto the table of food. He could hardly move with his shirt half undone and his trousers around his ankles. His hand squashed the trifle as he tried to regain his balance, but he fell back onto the table. Melissa got on the table and squatted once more, this time on a very large. I wanted to be taken, and if that meant having my ass fucked for the first time, I really didn’t care, the sensations that I was now experiencing with this mans tongue probing the outer edges of my anus, were worth whatever might follow. He had one hand free, and made sure that the rest of me was not ignored. He caressed the side of my now squeezed breast. He caressed my back. He caressed my thighs, and he slid his hand between my legs and sweetly caressed my now dripping slit, intermittently.