Chapter 682 It Stinks

"Smarty, are you cursing at me?" Danny asked with a chuckle. "No! I didn't curse at you! A country bumpkin like you isn't worth my words," Smart denied, afraid of getting hit again. ... The next morning, a gentle breeze wafted through the cave, and the warm sunlight spilled over the two gorgeous girls. Belle felt something heavy on her thighs and, squinting through the sleep, realized Danny was sprawled across her legs, drooling all over them. "Country boy, get off!" Belle snapped, and then she slapped him. "Whack!" Although it was a loud slap, Belle had held back; she had hit his face, not his backside, and hadn't used much force. "Why'd you hit me?" asked a baffled Danny, lifting his head. "Why? Look at the mess you made on my leg. It stinks! Clean it up, now!" Belle looked fiercely as if she were scolding her own son. Danny quickly began wiping her thigh with his hand. "Belle, you can't blame me! I was so hungry last night, I dreamt I was eating pork trotters, so I drooled