She cupped her tits at me and tweaked her nipples between her fingers, she then rab her hands down across her tummy and down to her pussy. Leaning bac... slightly she pulled her pussy lips apart to show her wet pussy, but then stopped and looked over her shoulder. Behind her appeared a black man. I guess he must have been in his late 20’s, tall and slim and had a good muscular torso. He came up behind her and put his arms around her and they travelled from her hips and up to her boobs. My cock. The last time was three months ago. He seems to like his golf buddies better than me." She sobbed, a total loser. We were sitting on my ratty old couch. I patted her well-toned shoulder. She worked out. I didn't. "There, there," was all I could think to say. "There, there." "Fuck me!" she begged. "Please! Please fuck me! Fuck me hard, you fucking hippie!" We were in each other's arms in a dickthrob. We began on the couch and ended on the floor. Her tits weren't big but they were waggers, firm. Unfortunately, all of it had been done under a blanket, leaving everything to his imagination and too little to excitement. His eyes trekked further south, closer to where the creek branched and even further from the nearest camping ground. There! His eyes quickly spied the sinuous orange movement of a fire. Camping equipment laid helter-skelter about the small clearing, as if the owners had just begun to set up their campground. Next to the crackling fire – not very safely made, he noted with. My hips bucked instantly, and she pulled back and had me hold the dildo. I ended up fellating it passionately as she let me hump myself against her cupped palm. She looked none to happy to have a wet palm once I spurted, and wiped it off against my cheeks.Things seemed to change then. We still did the normal couple stuff. I'd met some of her friends, she'd met some of mine, but when we were out, she seemed to be naturally deferred to, even though I was clearly her boyfriend. She would send me.