Dinah lay sideways in the tent and faced Steven. “Why did you go so mental out there?” she wondered. “You aren’t jealous of Thompson are you?”
Steven sighed and closed his eyes. He had dragged Dinah into the tent though, so she was not going to let him off the hook that easily. “Or is it Julie that you are jealous off?” she laughed. “Are you a faggot? Are you in love with Thompson?”
Stephen opened his eyes quickly. He scowled and said, “Are you sick or something?”
“I am sick,” she replied. “I suffer from vasoconstriction in my vulva. You must cure me!”
“Whatever that is…” Steven sighed as he rolled over. “Jill off if you must, but leave me alone.”
After kissing for a few more minutes, Julie pulled down her shirt and brassiere and said, “Look what we did: we scared them away!”
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