As I hiked my skirt up, I felt his hot breath on the inside of my leg. I slid forward in the chair so that my skirt was now hiked almost to my hips an... spread my legs wide for him. He traced the length of my swollen lips with his finger, over the black and increasingly damp fabric of my black thong. As he teased my clit and labia with his fingers my breathing picked up. He kissed my inner thighs, as he grazed me so slowly I felt like I was going to melt. I wanted to feel skin on skin, his. It was enough when watching for a guy to pull out his cock and stroke till he came. One day while Marack was watching a prize bull riding a cow out in the field his dog came up and started licking his cock by the time he realized what was happening he was cumming in the dogs mouth. His dog cleaned him up and Marack noticed his dogs cock had unsheathed and decided to help his pal out by stroking his dog cock till he shot his load then his dog sat down and licked himself clean. This started. We were up there camping, fishing and relaxing spending most of our nights at this small bar called Trails End. The locals included the typical t-shirt, and John Deer cap wearing guys and the females ranged from heavy single moms to dried up drunks looking for someone to hang on all night. My friends, all white suburban upper middle class types, loved to pick on them behind their backs. The bartender a stout mid thirties woman with a black t-shirt and skin tight blue jeans knew all the. I was pumping at full speed and we were starring into each others’ eyes when suddenly we heard a rattle. Turning round, the handle on the door is moving. We return to reality. We are teacher and pupil fucking in a classroom in the middle of a school day. She jumps off the desk and begins to gather our stuff as a voice from outside says “Simon, do you have the key to Jo’s room?” We run into the store room and lock the door behind us. Our elevated breathing all that can be heard. Mrs Richards is.