He had a nice body. I ignored him and sat somewhere else. Suddenly he asked if I would like something to drink.He had whiskey. I said no. But he had 2...3 pegs. He came near me and insisted on having one peg. Then I took some. We again started having conversations. He turned the topic to gay sex.All he asked was, “Do you feel something for men?” I said no. He replied that I have a nice feminine body and any gay top man would love to have it. I was shocked again, and he put his hands on my thighs. I slipped off Georgia’s face and onto the sleeping bags, on all fours, I turned my ass to Kris and wiggled, as Georgia released her hold and moved to my head. Kris slid behind me and I guided him to my slit, feeling his cock at the entrance to my pussy, then feeling his hips roll in and bury his cock in me. My head fell forward and I plated my face in Georgia’s hot, slick pussy, tasting her and Kris and losing myself in the scent and new sensations of n being fucked by e real live cock. I heard. She adored the sensation of Lena moaning into her mouth, the girl moving beneath her in time to her thrusts, enhancing each and every spark of pleasure as they sought to please each other in unison.The heat was, for Amélie, the most overwhelming sensation that mingled with the pleasure. In all her time as Widowmaker her intimate encounters had been extremely limited and everything about this girl just radiated warmth, her skin, her pussy, her breath, she could even feel the girls blushing. After I took a piss (this place has a nice restroom, but I’m still waiting for someone to come in and join me in it) I walked back to the handicap booth. The guy in it was pulling down his pants and pointing his ass toward the hallway as a come on. I pulled out my dick and gave him a couple of swats with it, but I wasn’t in the mood to fuck him.As I walked to the other aisle, a hunky, younger guy came out of a booth. He was maybe 30 and pretty beefy, but in no way fat. Since I was walking.