Then showing him the mining operation and where all the cabins were to be built. Next we visited the camp site, where Art and Dad started to catch up ...n the years since they had last seen each other.The feast that night was excellent. One of the special things they did for Dad, was to raise a canvas wall to reflect the heat from the fire, back on the people who were sitting in front of it. This way neither Art nor Dad got cold while they sat there on lawn chairs and talked long into the. "So you want him to see me?" she asked, dropping the flimsy negligee she had worn as she brushed her lustrous hair. Her breasts were tipped with dark nipples that he ached to touch, but she turned from him, her magnificent ass now drawing his attention. "And would you like him to see me like this?" Fernando finally caught his breath, managed to utter a ragged "Yes! Oh, yes!" So now she knew, he actually wanted her to take a lover. Now the question was, did she? Could she? Immediately her. As she neared cumming her thighs closed on my head until I was trapped in a fleshy, black vice. She didn’t notice, but I was starting to feel my skull crack. “Mmmphmmm!” I yelled, several times, which means ‘let me go.’ I pushed away from her with my hand, but all that did was plunge my fingers into her pussy. My fingers and the vibration of my lips as I yelled was just what she needed to soar over the edge into bliss. Her hips started churning a move I once saw a native New Zealand dancer do,. How about him, off in England? She daren’t ask.The three of them talked long into the night, working their way through a bottle of bourbon that was nearly impossible to get overseas. When they gave it up to sleep she hugged Wayne tightly, a bit surprised at feeling his erection through the light cotton nightie that was her only garment.She feigned reluctance as Tom spooned behind her and worked his cock into her still moist pussy. After they quietly climaxed, she got up to go to the bathroom..