‘I know he’s not here. I know he hasn’t been here,’ Marsha continued. ‘But, I…’ Brian stammered, his flush almost as red as Marsha’s s...irt. ‘Brian,’ Marsha said, taking his hand. ‘This is a butt,’ she continued, grabbing Brian’s hand and placing it on her exposed ass. Her muscles quivered at the sudden heat of his sweating palm and she stifled a moan by biting her lower lip, almost unnoticed by Brian. She felt the hand try to move away, but she held it there. Once she felt the fingers flex, she. .. handle it very well."What?" I cried out, drawing some attention from other heat seekers in the tent. "What are you doing?" I whispered, lowering my voice."I'm warming up your hand," she answered, grinning at my discomfort, and I felt her hips grind against mine, forcing my cock more firmly against her warm pussy. "Do you mind?" No, but..." Good," she interrupted, turning to kiss me on the nose. She squeezed my hand, and I groaned as I felt the firm flesh of her tit under my fingers.At last,. ” We finally sat down. John and Laura were smiling from ear to ear. The waiter came over and took our order for drinks and left the menus for us to peruse.I was delighted to see Stan again. I was so engrossed in catching up Stan that I barely remembered what I had ordered until the waiter put my dish in front of me. I hardly noticed John and Laura unless they spoke directly to me.The food was excellent, and I was having a wonderful time. I didn’t feel uncomfortable being out with John and Laura. I was trembling so much from fear but I took her hand and she squeezed it slightly in a sign of encouragement and pulled me gently closer to the edge of her bed. My cock, standing proudly straight out in front of me, was now positioned so that it's tip was no more than six inches from her panty covered pussy and aiming directly at it. Even in my naivety I noticed that her complexion was now slightly flushed, her nipples had hardened and that a small damp patch had appeared at her crotch. .