They had been working their way from the east outer parking lot to the center of the park. Which was where they’d planned to stop for the first day....Make camp and then start north from the center. They explored around the edges of their campsite for a few hours after lunch, taking care not to get too far off the trail from where they’d pitched their tent for the evening. They’d readied their campfire and cooked a couple cans of soup, topped off with fresh smores just like the ones they used to. The checker usually does that in the stop where he and everyone else gets off – as he is not going to the bus station at the last to close the windows). So Pritha was few seats in front of us lying down. The air was just dashing inside the bus on Shalu’s and my face through the open window of our seat. With one strong air, the dupatta of the Chudidar which Shalu was wearing flew of off her body caressing my face to the other side of the bus, and I leaned sidewards to collect it, folded it and. She wanted him more and more, and knew it was mutual. Her cunt tingled incessantly, having her find a boldness which shocked even her. She grinned softly, knowing the briefest of liaisons had uncovered something they both wished to pursue, and turned her face to him to show her intent.“Well perhaps you’d like to discuss it further, over a coffee somewhere perhaps.?”Though they’d both been very guarded over their innermost mutual pleasures during conversation, they’d come close to admitting what. " She placed her palm over Clara's warm, moist pussy, feeling its innocent, silky folds through the thin fabric of her panties. Clara let the pretense of innocence break for a moment to let out a soft, breathy moan of pleasure as Amy gently pressed and squeezed at her pussy. "Ooh, yeah, just like that, love," she sighed, her northern English accent particularly noticeable. Amy, keeping her left hand locked onto Clara's moistening mound, pressed her own face into Clara's cleavage as she began to.