She didn't see Betsy in the garden, but somehow she hadn't expected to. She hardly knew Betsy. They'd only seen each other a few times. Since they were babies. But she hadn't gotten the impression that Betsy was any kind of fanatic farm girl. Skinny dipping in the woods sounded a lot more like her cousin.

She climbed the bank into the woods. There was a well-defined path, just as Aunt Molly had said in her note, and she didn't worry about losing her way. She stopped at the top of the rise. Mmmm, she wished she'd gone to the john before leaving the house! It must have been the coffee; she wasn't used to it. Jesus, she had to pee!

Modestly, Amy looked around, just in case someone was watching. Who, a fucking squirrel? she asked herself, with a giggle. She went around a tree and pulled down her shorts and panties, squatting. She sighed, opening up and letting it flow. She listened to her piss splattering onto the ground.

There were some tissues in her pocket, so she wiped herself carefully. Ooohh, she thought, rubbing the Kleenex paper across the moist warm slice of her young pussy. Amy closed her eyes and rubbed again, loving the way it made her feel. She'd been jacking off so much lately. Her parents would have fits if they had any idea that her fingers and her pussy were as well acquainted as they really were, but her parents were in the jungle and she wasn't, so how were they supposed to find out?

And what Amy Gibbs knew, about her fingers and her hot young cunt, would never hurt her, either. Quite the opposite! She dropped the tissues and put her bare fingers on her lightly-fuzzed pussy, caressing the soft mound that protruded between her smooth warm thighs. The flesh beneath the red cunt fuzz was vibrant, almost hot to the touch, but lately her cunt always seemed to be hot to the touch.