What in hell was there for a girl to do in the woods? Poor little Linda was resigned to a week of dreary solitude, figuring that the only pleasure she...would have would be finger-fucking herself, while thinking wistfully of all the cocks going to waste back in town.But her mother had been adamant and Linda had had to accompany her and now, as they walked up the trail, the girl was already starting to feel randy. Expectations of frustration had prematurely brought frustration to her loins. She. I became aware of the light sheen of sweat sliding down her inner thighs, making them slippery on my shoulders.My awareness of my own self began slipping away as my task engulfed me. Sometimes I was leaning forward, kissing her hard, her legs still on my shoulders, her body bent double. Other times, I was back on my haunches, ploughing into her as I played with her pussy or clit, or tugged on the chain connecting those vicious nipple clamps until I elicited from her delicious, desperate cries. They chatted over lunch and found they are both single and have some common areas of interest. The primary common interest turns out to be shopping.Rachel and Connie get along great and have lunch together nearly every day, and then they start meeting on the weekends for brunch and shopping trips. Rachel has no idea if Connie knows she is a bi-sexual woman; she never really asks about that part of Rachel’s life, and Rachel didn’t offer any hints. Nonetheless, their friendship seemed to grow. “X amount of days?” Gillian asked.“Yes, no particular number assigned, just as many time as I and the other person wanted I guess,” I replied.“I like that, but would you like it if you did it like 15 times in one day?” Gillian asked.“Wow 15 times in one day? That's an idea, I think I could go for it, but would that be like an everyday thing or just on the weekends?” I asked.“On the weekends,” Gillian replied.I thought about that for a minute as well, I wasn't sure about that either truth be.