"My name is Cris and my husband's name is Dan," the girl said smiling. "May we sit down?"Shaking both their hands, I said, "I'm Dave. Please, make you...selves comfortable."As the two naked hikers took a seat next to me on the big flat rock, with him next to me, Dan says, "We been nudists since we got married 5 years ago after college and this place has been special to us for a long time." Dan was a handsome man, standing about 6' and shoulder length wavy brown hair with hazel eyes and a body. I had been doing both since I was 15 years old. I was at the time sleeping in a shed in my parents car port after having another (one of very many) run in with my father. He would boot me out and my mother would fix up a bed in the shed for me until things blew over. He would go to work I would go inside shower and change clothes. The hardest days were on Sundayís I would have to sneak out early and disappear for the day. I usually would head to the library or hitch hike into Seattle.On. Just promise you won’t hitchhike.’ She stopped moving backward. ‘I promise,’ she called from the safe distance. I nodded and got back into the driver’s seat. I did what I could. I prayed that murdering rapists didn’t ride the train. I put the car into drive and continued on my way. ‘Mark!’ Amber shouted. ‘Idiot,’ I thought to myself as I put the car in park. She ran up to the passenger side window, her hand full of my money. Her money now. She struggled a bit with her words. I waited, not. I was afraid of heart failure if he brought me to that very second again and stopped. He finally let me take his head and press it firmly against my snatch as he lapped me up and I came very hard. Another orgasm started before that one stopped and his tongue sent me over and over again with orgasm after orgasm. I needed that cock inside of me again and he knew it too. He worked his way up and fucked me again eagerly. He wanted something else he said. I looked at him and smiled and licked my.