"Yeah."

"You are staring with your clothes still on," Bambi Starr said.

"On, sorry," Billy Bob Phelan said, and he got naked quickly.

"That is a healthy cock you have got there," the girl said.

"Thanks. I think you could give a dead man a boner," he said.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck, yeah. I think you could make a dead man come, baby."

"I think we had better go swimming. The water is cool," she said.

"Are you trying to cool me off?" Billy Bob Phelan questioned.

"Only temporarily, Billy Bob Phelan," the amoral female said.

They splashed into the water laughing like innocent children.

They splashed water at each other. Then Billy Bob Phelan got out of the water fast and ran for Bambi Starr's clothes.

His cock stood at attention ridiculously before his loins as he did this and the country floozie could not help but laugh.

"What are you doing?" she said.

Billy Bob Phelan grabbed her cut-offs and held them to his face.

"What, the fuck are you doing, Billy Bob Phelan?" Bambi Starr asked.

"I am smelling the crotch of your drawers," the young man said.

"For God's sake why?" Bambi Starr asked, thoroughly confused.

"I want to find out what your cunt smells like," he said.

"You are SO silly."

"Why do you say that?"

"You are going through all of this trouble to smell by shorts when you have the real thing right here?" she said.

"Oh yeah…"

"Are you frightened?"

"A little."

"Why?"

"You are so experienced."

"And you?"

"I have none."

"I will teach you."

"Really?"

"Sure, Billy Bob Phelan. Come here and sniff my cunt," she said. Bambi Starr got out of the water and stood naked. Proud.

"Come here, baby," she said.

"All right," he said.