She gurgled out a deep moan, putting her legs over my shoulders, making it hard to keep working at those fine tits. Oh, well, there are other places f...r hands and fingers on a body like this, a body made to pass any test this old teacher could put it to. I lifted her hips up with my hands, opening her even wider as my lips sucked her clit deep into my mouth, holding it there as I tried to beat out a tune to an old rock song on it. She may well have never heard the tune "Wipe Out," but one thing. The evening’s dinner and after conversation was about art, creativity, and the painting at hand. LF gave the couple her first direction. “Let’s have another drink by the dance floor; I want to watch you move together.” Dan led Artsy through a slow dance; the second song was faster and they danced free form moves. Artsy went to the leader of the combo to ask for something Latin. She led Dan in a rhythmic, sultry dance that generated heat, and a passionate kiss, before they returned to LF and. Lesley's next moments flashed in and out as her body was pummeled by the terrain as she bounced down the small valley. Finally, she found herself at the bottom of the valley, face up and with the wind knocked out of her. She looked around. A small stream babbled feet away, and the cool breeze rustled the leaves above her. The scene would have been been beautiful if not for her situation. Her headphones lay feet away, still connected and playing her music, though it sounded far away and. I entered from the missionary position and slowly began to pump her, while playing my tongue across one of her perfect hard nipples. She squeezed my powerful arms as she cried out, having yet another orgasm. I was again not far behind her; she just radiated hotness and beauty, and I could not last. I planted another huge kiss on her, tongue tangling with hers. I pushed all the way into her as far as I could and deposited a sizeable load of cum deep in her womb. I rolled over, pulling her on.