It was the last Wednesday of the camp session, the last session of the summer, and in all likelihood, the last Wednesday I would ever be on the grounds of Camp Dickinger. In the distance, the huge splashes and happy shouts of afternoon swim time could just be heard. The heat of the day had not yet broken and it was still quite hot, even in the shade.
Wendy knelt before me in the deserted pottery hut while I braced my ass against one of the work tables, my knees bent a little. She had her wondrous t**s wrapped around my desperately hard shaft, the movement of those sweat-slick mounds driving spikes of pleasure through my lower body. I looked down at her with a wide grin, my mouth and face still slick and sticky with her p***y juices from when, just minutes ago, I had eaten her so relentles
