Still in the nightgown, she found the sleeping bag cozy almost everywhere as she drifted off to sleep. The exception was the damp spot under her hip.I... was the brightness of full day when she woke up. George was sleeping soundly in his bag in a cot a yard away from hers. Her watch said 6:30.The cooking stove was outside the tent, which was a little safer and a lot cooler. George had bought some wood the day before, and they had brought some supplies with them on the plane. By the time Sylvia. She reached down and started rubbing her clit and began to press herself against him, she wanted him in deeper. She wanted him to pound her asshole, and he was more than happy to oblige. He picked up the pace, and went faster, and deeper, and faster, and deeper. In and out, in and out. She could feel it. As she rubbed her clit she could feel him inside of her, filling her up, and she felt as she rubbed her clit, the feeling of intense pleasure, the pressure building to a head and then before. Blues music filled their happy ears as they saw a very good crowd swaying to the music on the dance floor.Mary and Joe loved dancing as it was a chance for them to get closer to each others body. And of course tease each other along the way.But a quick trip to the centrally located bar was in order first. Two drinks were soon handed to them and a toast quickly followed. It would be the first of many great nights to follow in the glitter city.Sitting on the bar stools, the two love-birds looked. Tia soon is cumming from my fingers as my head is swimming from the blow job that Cheryl is giving me when Tia wants to switch, so they lay me down and Tia starts on my cock and Cheryl sits on my face and I start eating her out. After a few more minutes of this I’m ready to pop, I try to tell Tia but I can’t talk with her daughter riding my face. Right then I feel Cheryl tighten up as she has a big orgasm on my face and I bust my load down her moms throat. Cheryl climbs off of me and tells her.