I'll be back in a moment," the last part directed to the older couple."Well, he didn't give us much of a chance to say 'Hi'. I'm Meg Haverman, and thi... is my husband, Augie." The lady smiled at Lenore, maternally.Lenore stood, and shook her hand, then offered her hand to her husband. "Hello, Sergeant Major, I'm Lenore Collins, and I'm very pleased to meet you."Before Lenore had a chance to speak with Meg Haverman, the arrival of another couple led to another round of introductions. Lenore stood. She began to slow down, and I saw a small clearing. There was a stream babbling gently through the woods, and beside it a downed tree that was propped up by another tree, so that it was parallel to the ground, about waist high. She jogged over to the tree, stopped and turned toward me. Without saying a word, she took off her crop top and sports bra, and my eyes fairly popped at the perky B cups and round, pink nipples. I swear they looked like raspberries, and as I approached I looked her in. “No ma-am; I thought Marines were trained to handle anything on the spot, including being a gentleman. I know us Army Air Corps folks were; I guess he just has to get used to things around here,” Crash replied then he started laughing.“I get the rocking grape, Marcy gets sour grape, Ching Lee gets watermelon, Vicky gets the twisted orchard, and Jenny gets the natural grape juice,” I said.Crash had turned two rockers towards the highway away from the hot tub. We had rockers everywhere, it. It was warm and soothing. ?More please Sir,? a whine more than a whimper this time.He drizzles more drops onto both nipples. Leaving a red wax droplet trail from one pinkish tan erect nipple to the other. A few droplets on her peach size areolas. The smell of black cherry wafts in the room mixing with the raspberry kiss scent. The scent of him, the scent of her perfume, mingling of the fresh fruit scents was erotically intoxicating for them both. ?You are such a good little candle slut, you.