Ablack man, slightly shorter but more muscular, walked with him. Somethingabout the pair seemed a little off key somehow."Err- Hello," I said, embarra...sed all over again. "I-uh- just got intoday. Clinton Crayle is my name." Just call me Art," the blonde man said. He shook my hand with an odd,caressing touch. "And this," he gestured to the black man, "Is Roger." Charmed, I'm sure." Roger's voice was surprisingly soft. And hishandshake was delicate and lingering. "Art and I have the camper next. Old and dithery or young dumb blondes tended to be voted off early, lessening my chances.On this evening the 4 females gave me a bit of hope. 2 were middle aged. Not beauties but that did not matter. They could give me 2 minutes of sex! The other 2 were at the ends of the age streams. One old and one so-called student. A dark-haired pretty girl. As it happened the 2 I had least hopes for lasted longest. One of the middle-aged women was asked a question in the first round that required a. ’Daphne looked at her sister, picturing her hands slowly undressing her and felt a resurgence of desire. ‘Yay!’ She said simply.Back out onto the street, Chandrya flagged down a taxi, giving the male driver their address, not caring about his lecherous gaze. On the way home, the driver spent as much time looking in his rear mirror as he did the road in front, making no effort do disguise his movement to re-align it to better see his passengers. Daphne didn’t notice, Chandrya didn’t care,. The smell was a little stronger, but it got into his nostrils and drove him crazy with lust. She had a tangy cunt, and he couldn't get enough of it. As he continued to eat her while she stood astride his face, he was lifting his ass from the floor, pumping his rock-hard cock up into the air, and feeling almost as gratified as if it was buried in a tight hot tunnel of cunt."Is this what you're doing to my little girls?" Aunt Jenny whispered, running her fingers through Nick's hair. "Licking them.