After that, I really didn't want any dinner, so I just drank a little more, took a shower and changed into some fresh clothes. Right after dark, I hea...d the sound of Don's golf cart come and go, and then a soft knock on the RV door. I opened the door and Angie stepped in."Can we turn off the lights?" she asked and I flipped them off, only the soft glow of light from the outside campground filtering into the RV. "Got any wine," she asked, and I pulled a couple of bottles of white wine out of the. She moaned softly and theatrically into his face while she pinched one of his nipples. She’d started moving now. Gently. Small movements of her hips, rocking forward and back. Grinding down against him.Mark leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He groaned as she clenched her butt-cheeks and started to rock her hips a little more forcefully. Little more aggressively.“Fuck,” Mark said.My wife smiled amusedly into his face.“Wait,” Mark said.“Wait?” My wife asked.“Just…” He squirmed, looking at. " Anna-Brooks realized her doubts had completely vanished. He was older, but the way he looked at her and the tone in his voice somehow flipped a switch inside her. She threw her coat to the side. She wanted Michael “Mike” Roberts cock, and she wanted it badly. I pulled my shirt off, grabbed her around her waist, and took control. Our mouths met in a hard kiss, my bulky body pushing her against the wall. I had to use my foot to close the door. She wrapped her legs around me and ground her. There was Cheryl, she was about 47 and wore those crescent shaped glasses that had the strings attached to them, she was quite a portly woman, Anthony (I called him Ant) who was maybe in his mid 30s, honestly he was quite a strange guy, friendly enough but not the sharpest tool in the shed and was only given the less complicated jobs, and Samantha, who I affectionately called Sammie. Sammie was quite a short girl, maybe about 5'5 to my 5'11, her body was very slender and delicate but she had a.