They clung tightly to her lower body, and she loved the freedom of the open crotch knowing that all she had to do was spread her legs and her secrets ...ould be exposed to her masculine prey.Still, she had enough common sense to know it would be better to keep her feminine secrets to herself until after she had vetted the prospect for his lack of duplicity and friendly intent.She donned her six-inch “fuck me” shoes and slowly made her way to the main ballroom to check out the general feel of the. “What are you thinking?”Shaking his head, he met her eyes. “I’m thinking we need to get to know each other more before we talk like that. I’m thinking we need to eat dinner.”Biting her lip, she nodded. Looked down at her plate and pushed the refried beans around with her fork. “And I’m thinking about how goddamn beautiful you are all the time. Like you’ve got a direct line to the pulse of life.”Her eyes pressed shut. When she opened them again, a smile crept over her lips. “Okay. I’m. She guided my hand to her pussy and left it there. In turn she slipped her hand inside my robe and took my cock in hand.As I fingered her soft wet pussy, the woman ran her finger around the tip of my cock. Then gripping my shaft she began slowly moving her fist up and down. It was a slow, delicious motion that brought my erection to its full height and girth.I slipped my fingers inside her cunt. She spread her legs wider and shifted on the seat. To my left a man had his cock in the mouth of a. I said no, but my wife thought that it would be a good idea. I some how knew that this was going to be trouble, but I agreed to take her along. We just had to pack up her sleeping bag, a little more food and her mountain bike. She packed her back pack and we were ready. We got in the van and off we went. It was about a three hour drive to my favorite get away spot. She was wearing a white tank top and a tight pair of shorts that accentuated her young body. It wasn’t long before she told me.