I’ve got a wet cunt with your name on it’ she said, and with that she unzipped her jeans and slid them down her shapely legs showing the lacy matc...ing panties she was wearing. It was my turn to be forceful, so I took her by the shoulders and pushed her onto the bed. Putting my knees either side of her hips, I bent down and put my lips to her breasts. Pushing my head down with one hand whilst leading my hands up to her other tit with the other hand, began spurring me on as I teased her nipples. I’ll throw it over the tractor wheels and seat, and you can pee under there, he replied. He grabbed the tent by one corner and started to drag it over toward the tractor. “Maybe he’s not such a Bodine after all,” she thought. What she said was, “Thanks. That will have to do, I guess. Turn your back, if you don’t mind. There are some things a lady likes to keep private.” “Okay,” he said. With his back to her he went on. “Sister of a friend of mine when we were kids used to say, “If they. Even in the drunken encounter we'd had years before, Cathy had never kissed me so directly and passionately as she did in that moment. Given our respective situations, it was, of course, crazy - but extremely arousing.When Cathy returned to the table we both smiled and I asked what had brought that on."Oh you know," Cathy laughed, "we fancy each other like fuck, so why not?"I stood up laughing too and we walked out of the restaurant arm in arm. It was now after eleven pm and the night colder. Wexly.” “Why do you have to call me ‘Miss. Wexly? “ She grumbled. “It makes me feel so old. I don’t look old to you, do I?” Amber raised her shoulders which squished her large tits together in her spaghetti strap tank top. Mr. Montgumary gawked at them for a moment before blushing and turning back to the display. “No, no. I don’t think you are old, Miss…. Ahem… Amber.” He stammered. Amber moved closer, pretending to read the display with him. He took a step back to give her room but Amber saw.