Her moans and sighs made sex all the better. She always came. More than once. This poor girl had been ignored and not pleased properly by her man. ...It was a real turn on. When she got up she looked like she had been attacked by a bear in the bush. Tree branches and leaves in her messed up disheveled hair. Her jeans dirty. A mess. But a cute mess.Another time she dressed up. A schoolgirl. A small red checkered plaid skirt. Knee highs. Two ponytails. Nasty. Begging for it. Ass in. It was far off the main road, in fact you had to take what was commonly known as the Mile Road just to get to the campgrounds. It was a great place to grow up, with little supervision. After all, where were we going to go? We were all totally familiar with the campgrounds. We knew where every little path would take us. As I had said, this is where we grew up. And who knows? Somebody might read this and realize exactly where I’m talking about (hint: South Jersey). We had the old wooden cabins,. I take a moment to reach down and activate my secret weapon: a small bullet vibrator hidden in the base of the dildo. With a 'click', strong vibrations travel through the toy, spreading into your anus and my pussy. You turn to look at me, startled. “Sssshh, it's okay, honey,” I say, comforting you. “Just a little something to make it more fun for both of us.” You nod in submission, realising that the vibrations really do feel amazing. My now buzzing phallus starts to pump in and out of you. While we fucked, with Kami being a voyeur, I reassured them that I would do my part to make them as happy and as full of my sperm as I could.After a week, they each got a call, from their spouse that the fishing was too good to leave, and extended their trip by two more weeks.Interestingly, they weren’t as disappointed as you might think. After an evening for myself and Kami, pressing the flesh, another week of my four aunts and my mom, then a final week of the six fabulous females, went by as.