She squeezed herself tight against me and screamed into my chest, panting and writhing in my arms.After a moment or two, as her breathing settled, she...pulled my head down and kissed me again. This time it was full of passion and heat. She was not going to be ignored and I was not going to ignore her. Her pussy was still oozing over my hand as I gently played with her ass."Oh, Gary, that was what I needed. Thank you," she said."I am glad I could help," I responded, kissing her nose. "But you. )Apke lun ki jagah mai is dildo se apni fudi kholungi.Ohhh ohhh ssssss ah ah ah ah!Kya aur andar dalu? Ye lo phir.(Ab usne dildo bhi pura andar le liya.)Ye dekho..aaah ah…aise hi aap mujhe chodte. Darling! Ahh ahh mujhe kuti ki tarhe chodo. Mai…ah ah aaah…mai tumhari kuti hu..oh!(Wo abb tez ho gayi. Wo cheek rahi thi. Abb wo jharne wali thi.)Baby! Treat me as your fucking slut bitch…aah aaah! Darling kya mai…ah..mai maal chhudau ya fuaara maru..aah jaldi bolo…fuaara? Theek hai….ah…ahh aah aaaah. This is not acceptable behavior." They? stuck, Mrs. Sanchez!" said April, waving her over."Oh my," said Mrs. Sanchez with an extremely agitated look on her face."You two get back to your rooms and I?ll handle this." Yes of course," said April as she and Chuck ran off.She opened her purse, taking out her phone and hit the flash lightoption as she shined it in their faces."Don?t move you two," said Mrs. Sanchez, quickly hurrying back inside asthey stood there lip locked."Try harder, Tim," cried. My little light was almost useless. A dozen lightning bugs would’ve shed more light.Hauling myself out of the sleeping bag turned out to be a real chore. My stiff muscles protested every move I made and my back was killing me. Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, “too damn cold.”First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, AKA: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn’t want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet;.