"Oh, Cammy, you don't know how I needed this!"

"Is that enough?"

"You… you can't stop now!" Ralph whimpered, clutching her wrist again.

Camilla looked toward her house, then back at him. "How much longer?"

"Not much." Ralph swallowed hard. "Do it faster, Cammy! Yeah, like that!"

Cammy pumped her circled fingers up and down, working Ralph's cockskin until he was shivering and panting. It felt strange to feel the flesh sliding over the bone-like hardness underneath. She knew that when a girl fucked a man, she had to let him put that thing between her legs. There was a hole there for a man's prick to go into. She'd searched for hers and never found it, but all her friends assured her it was there.

"Okay, that's enough," she said, disturbed by the train of her thoughts.

"No! Just another minute!"

"You keep saying that."

"Just another minute, Cammy, I'm begging you!"

Camilla looked down at the bulging head of Ralph's prick. It was darker now and so was his cockshaft. Her long, thin fingers were white against that darkness, and she felt another indefinable tickle of excitement between her thighs. Her nipples were tender and erect against the silk top she wore. She was breathing faster too. She couldn't make herself breathe slow no matter how hard she tried.

"Uhhhhhh!" Ralph groaned, working his hips around on the car seat.

"What's wrong?" Cammy whispered.

"Nothing. Just keep… keep doing what you're doing." Ralph jerked a handkerchief from his pocket and pushed it at her.

"What's this for?"

Ralph gave her a funny look. His eyes were glazed and his mouth slack. When he tried to say something, the words all ran together. Cammy held the handkerchief in her left hand as she pumped Ralph's cockshaft with her right. He was starting to flop around and act weird. Like he was having a convulsion or something.