Within a few minutes, we had all the pieces assembled. Staking our tent in place was a bit more problematic. The thin layer of dusty soil on the fifte...n-by-twenty foot plateau of bedrock was not deep enough to drive a tent peg into the ground. We improvised by filling several plastic bags with dirt and rocks and used them as anchors to keep the shelter in place. The finished product would have been the laugh of the neighborhood if anyone could see it. Our poor tent leaned to one side like a. He would follow her lead even if it meant occasional backtracking.He returned to her crotch, starting over assuming that her excitement had backtracked as well. The rough ground against his skin felt odd but not terribly uncomfortable; he did rotate onto his left hip to keep the tip of his dangling cock from rubbing against it.Jack nibbled in silence, feeling Nancy relax as she reentered her fantasy. When he slipped his tongue between her protruding inner lips, she flexed her buttocks in a. I looked up from his pant tops up into his eyes, smiled as I as oureyes locked in complete understanding of my role, and slowly dropped tomy knees. As I stared at the beautiful bulge in his trousers, I reachedforward with my hands to caress his hips and inner thighs. My head cameforward to gently kiss the bulge as I again turned my eyes up to hisasking for silent permission to continue.He nodded, and after again lightly kissing his fly to show my respect,I unzipped him and gently sought out his. A cunt like Symphony's, young and alive and begging for his cock, just didn't come along every day. As his prick rocketed into her clenching swat, Curly could hear her gasps and the sloppy, juicy sounds of their fucking."Ahhhhhhh!" Symphony gasped, hopping a little on one foot to regain her balance. Her nipples, almost a half-inch long and very hard, rubbed against Curly and sent bolts of lust screaming through her veins. She clawed at his back and undulating ass, driving Curly to ram his prick.
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