Paul had one hand on Fiona’s breast but his other hand wanted to pleasure Fiona as well, he reached down, bypassing Mark's busy fingers to find th...t tight little hole beyond. It was just as wet as Fiona's pussy, Fiona couldn't believe it, mark's fingers reached inside her finding her most sensitive spot and Paul’s finger was probing her tight little hole. Fiona could feel those fingers working their magic and her first orgasm came quite suddenly and without warning, mmmmmmmm she thought. Mona was the camp queen, and pit bull boss, she was like a busy body desk clerk at a motel, directing every one that didn't have their own sleeping quarters to what was available. Mona was 3rd generation Comanche and often acted as though the Comanche Nation was still alive and she was their queen. The truth was she was lucky she'd found her way to camp or she'd probably be in jail somewhere. All the females started to giggle and laugh so Mike stepped in and demanded an answer. Mona confessed. “Anne, you’re really too much. My husband would go absolutely nuts over you if he were here,” I said. “Such a shame he isn’t,” she replied, “then we could have some real fun.”We laid down on a couple of lounge chairs sunning are firm, shapely bodies. Then Anne said, “Jessica, it is a good thing nobody can see in here, because any man passing by would be driven mad at the sight of the two of us.” She was undoubtedly right. We continued to lay there talking about sex, looking at each other’s. I'm a locksmith and she said if I could fix it she would knock a little off the price of my sweater.She opened the door with some difficulty. I said hello and she asked me to come in. she asked if I had time to fix the front door lock now. I said it was no problem. I went and got some tools and went to work on it. As I was kneeling down and removing the lock my eyes were wondering around. It was hard to stay focus on what I was doing.Soft fuzzy sweaters were everywhere. And all styles and.