surely nothing worse will happen!

Michael continued walking down the rest of the log before finally reaching the end and hopping off onto the ground.

Hannah walked sheepishly towards him, her arms in front of her, hands clasped together in front of her groin as she looked down at her feet. The awkward way she choose to hold her arms like that resulted in her big boobs being squished together and lifted a little.

Not wanting to think about Hannah's gorgeous, voluptuous, golden-brown titties, Michael quickly said, "Uh, pretty much home, now! Thanks for catching me back there, if it weren't for your quick thinking, I woulda got soaked."

"Soaked?" Hannah said nervously.

"Yeah... y'know, wet."

"WET?!" Hannah said, even more distressed.

"Hannah what the heck are you-" but Michael couldn't finish his question because the panicked girl's foot met with some slippery moss of its own. "AH!"

She slipped forward, and began plummeting off the end of the log ass-first.

"HANNAH!" Michael shouted as he instinctively moved to catch her. Hannah's upper body rested safely atop the log, her bottom half was a different story as Michael had caught it in the worst way he could have...

Michael stood there with each of his hands cupped underneath Hannah's thighs, unintentionally holding them apart. Widely apart. Michael stood in shock as he held Hannah's legs spread-eagle, staring down at her gorgeous, exposed, and spread pussy, lips parted revealing a shock of pink folds. Most humiliating of all was that every part of it, from her soft brown lips to her pink labia, to the little bump of her clit poking out from under her hood, were drenched in clear, viscous fluid. Some of it drizzled downwards over her exposed asshole.

The two stood there in shocked silence for what seemed like an eternity before Michael finally said, "Okay... I see why you were so embarrassed when I said 'wet'."