I look back towards the bluff and didn't see a sole. The rest of the group were not as bold as me and my husband (fucking out on the beach) but there...was lots of fingering and sucking. I just laid back and relaxed, enjoying the sun. We stayed down at the waters edge for a couple of hours, drinking and enjoying the great outdoors, but finally we needed to head back to camp for a late lunch. We all packed up our stuff, got dressed and headed back to the camp site, once there a couple of the. We spent a few minutes getting acquainted, and then he left, to get some much needed sleep.In the morning, I knocked on his door at seven thirty, waking him up. I gave him a map I'd prepared, with directions to the plant, and then told him I'd meet him there at noon, for an orientation tour.Clark was thirty eight years old, with sandy colored hair, thinning a little, with a pronounced widow's peak in front. He was just under six feet tall, and stockily built, rather than heavy. He had heavily. Her legs were spread, and she was bent over enough for me to see that she was quite ready.There Jamie stood with juices running down her inner thighs and no panties to be seen. I imagined that there was probably a considerable wet spot in our last Uber. Once I was upon her, I dropped to my knees and dove into her slick canal. I let my tongue dig deeply as my hands caressed her firm ass. Jamie's moans slowly increased in volume as I kept up my oral incursion."Lick my ass," were the next. The one time I asked shereplied, "Wouldn't you like to know. It's none of your business sodon't ask again." I knew better than to ask again!A few months back it would have been my business but I had voluntarilygiven up that right. Not too long ago she wouldn't have been going outin the evenings like this either. Ultimately, that was my doing aswell.After that, she seemed to take delight in torturing me saying how muchfun she'd had but always being vague about what she had been doing orwith.