My fingers worked faster, faster, circling my clit. I bit my lip, the tension building I put a finger inside me. It felt amazing, I pushed it deeper I...was wet through, just as I moved my attention back to my clit the door opened.I jumped out of my skin and tried to cover my modesty with my hand but any moron would have known what I was up to. There in the doorway was the maid sheets in hand ready to change our bed."Ever heard of knocking?" I snapped trying to cover my embarrassment.She stood. I saw men on numerous occassions shoot sperm as I passed, not an optunistic moment for me, but more timed to perfection by the performer for me to witness. Some holidays this was a daily viewing experience and admittedly, I wandered through the campsite, casually looking left and right and stopping long enough for these lost souls to finish their dirty deed. I was not alone in these short prominades. I used to pass girls of all ages doing exactly the same as me, some alone and some in small. Kissing further down her body, my head was soon between her legs, my tongue probing the now swollen lips of her labia and my hands underneath her bottom so I could lift her up and easily open her legs wider.As her body responded more strongly, I brought one hand round and inserted a finger so I could tease her g-spot. All the while, I lapped and nibbled her clitoris and its surrounds. Very quickly, even sooner than usual, she orgasmed, pulse after pulse and my hand was soaking in her juices.. For a moment you turn and look straight ahead so that I can see your face in profile. I instantly feel a throbbing between my legs and I know I am becoming soaking wet for you. I begin walking again, slowly at first, but the closer I get the faster I move. Before you know it, I'm standing in front of you. You turn and slowly look up to meet my eyes. I smile as you go to stand up, but I grab your hand instead. After a quick glance around, I move your hand to my inner thigh and slowly move it.