The drive was pleasant, as I had many nice thoughts going through my head about what the night would hold. I picked up a bottle of Margarita's on the ...ay. It turned out that she didn't care for drink, but she did like the smoke that I brought.I met her are her house. She let me in and we sat down on the sofa of the living room. We chatted some. She had a roommate and she was in and out of the living while we chilled. I drank a little and we both smoked a couple of bowls. It didn't take long. FUCK!!! I was so turned on, I started slapping my hardon on her upturned pussy. It sounded like hitting wet meat. Wap! ... Wap! ... Wap! ... in a steady rhythm. She ooofffed every slap and gripped her thighs harder, digging in her fingers to pull them back further to offer her vulva up to me. I started whacking my cock right on her clit, hard. She had her eyes squeezed shut and was arching up every time it smacked her cunt. I didn't say a word, leaned back and rolled her over onto her knees and. In my opinion, good treatment is a soaking wet pussy dried up from over-use and exhaustion! And my legs should have a noticeable limp afterwards!I am sorry for you men who can’t deliver like I need you to and I need you to be honest with yourself and not contact me wasting my time with little, limp dicks!You see I am a woman with a lot to offer and I need and want to feel a man’s weight on my body. The immense pleasure I get from him pounding me. The slight pain I can feel from his size. My. The night wore on. The "hottie" (whose name was Brad, I found out) was casting frequent glances over at Ruth's legs, which kinda irked me. Stick to your piece, buddy, I thought. Ruth hadn't noticed, though, and was getting all snuggly with me. We headed back to camp.After saying goodnight to the few who were still hanging around the campfire site, Ruth and I adjourned to our tent. Out of the moonlight we couldn't see a thing. She fell upon me, kissing my lips and neck, pulling at my t-shirt. I.