Jennifer would drive the new students rather than Colette, much to everyone's relief — apparently Colette's lead foot was common knowledge. They had...a crew-cab pickup truck towing a small trailer loaded with everything needed to survive a two-week trip to paradise.Judy could see the practicality of minimal personal gear — the essential expedition gear jammed the trailers and pickup truck bed, leaving little room left over for attire. There were two weeks worth of canned and dehydrated rations. .I looked at her with lust and amazement as I nodded for her to fuck me hard, She lent in to me and kissed me hard, I kissed back grabbing her hips as she lowers herself so her tight cunt is sitting on my rock hard knob. I moan a little as she grinds her hips a little softly rubbing her soaking pussy against my long dick, I whisper softly in her ear that my dick is ready for her teenage pussy. She looks at me and giggles as she gets up and disappears for a minute I think I have fucked up but. “Show starts at 1pm. Do not approach us. My wife will make all the right moves.” Sounded like I was on the right track so far.Late Sunday morning I put on my LSU shirt and a pair of jeans and headed out for a walk. The downtown area was absolutely dead on Sunday morning. The center of downtown was probably bustling on weekdays, but on the weekends there was no one working there. I walked for twenty minutes looking for the hotel. I found myself looking at all the couples on the street, wondering. Maz rolled me onto my tummy and began to examine my arse. “Mmm,” she said smugly. “Nice handprint here, and here and, oh goodness, here too! You really are a wonderful fuck, darling.” “You’re moderately competent yourself.” That got me another swat. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. “Get to it, bitch, before I use a belt on you.” The idea of the belt wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Our weekend developed into one long round of sex, drink, delivered meals and precious little else. I was.