It was a summer camping trip last summer, a year after Frank and I first met, after we came back from a swim. Frank and I were changing from our wet s...imsuits in the little trailer at our campsite. I caught a glimpse of him in his full naked glory. I don't know what possessed me; I'd never done anything like it before, but I moved closer to him as he was drying his back. I laid my hands on his shoulders, feeling the cold dampness over the warmth of his body. His smooth skin was of a different. He was on top of the world. He decided he was going to relax and enjoy the experience. Jillian started stroking the cock with her right hand as her tongue flickered and danced underneath the cock head in a furious frenzy, sending it lightly bobbing up and down in agonized ecstasy. Damon's foreskin was now moving back and forth, covering and uncovering the head, playing peek-a-boo with Brenda and Tamara. Jillian then laid her tongue on top of Damon's glans, and slowly and gently eased the. Placing them on the table, she kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed. She slipped her arms out of the beaded cocktail dress she had been wearing, and was glad to be in only her chemise now. She could feel a welcome cool breeze drifting in, and she lay back on the bed.She didn't know how long she had been asleep when she heard the door to her cabin being opened quietly. She sat upright quickly and covered her chest with her arms. It was the waiter from the dining car. What on earth did this. Lucia’s face was haughty and hard, with Latin features that gave her an exotic look. She was a classic Hispanic beauty, with silky, olive skin, high cheek bones and long black hair that she wore either down the middle of her back or up in a French twist. Her almond-shaped brown eyes were cold as icicles, her lips full and more frequently curved in an arrogant smirk than a smile. Lucia was Colombian where her family had been part of the wealthy elite. She grew up accustomed to privilege,.