<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> Amber<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Campsite - Tent 2<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Simon<br/>
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It was pretty clear that Mr. Andrews was much more nervous about the situation than the young biracial girl crawling in to join him.  But that was fine with her, she was no stranger to being the aggressor, she wasn't the kind of girl to wait for what she wanted to come to her.  She almost laughed when he asked "how do you want me?"  Her mind immediately thought 'naked of course' but given his uncertainty she thought it best to take it a bit slower.  "Why don't we start with taking that shirt off?"  She suggested to begin to set the mood as she rubbed her hands together to warm them.  As her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the tent she thrilled to get a look at his'dad-bod', he would be the first man his age she had ever slept with and Amber loved firsts.  <br/>
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Impatient, she helped him with the shirt, injecting a sense of urgency and desire.  "That's better."  She says as her hands lightly traced back down his body.  "We are going to massage every last bit of you, so we can start wherever you want."  She said suggestively but as her hands neared his waist she slipped several fingers into the elastic of his underpants.  "Maybe we should get rid of these too?"  She added with just a hint of question in her voice.</span>