Mischievous Latina Teens (episode 3, Part 1)

I thought she’d gone mad. My mind had been in the stratosphere, but somehow my little Honda was still speeding along between the yellow lines. I could feel the muscles in her thighs and buttocks tremble. The trickle turned to a geyser. Because I really have to pee.”
Which made me aware, oddly, that I had a rather severe case of cottonmouth. “Don’t they have tornadoes here?” Maggie wondered. How do you even fit that much Mountain Dew into your miniature body? She was small—a feather, a leaf. All I could think was: Holy shit, this is incest! “Watch what?”
Her eyes went down. “No,” she said. It felt like something exploded in my brain (or maybe it was the thunder and lightning outside; I couldn’t much tell much difference). “That’s what kissing is. Would she be shocked and offended? I was dumbstruck. I think the next town’s really far,” she said. “Let’s get out of here,” I said.