It almost worked.Then Frank Henderson's voice came over to us from his campsite."You okay over there?" he called.Her hips still working, though more s...owly now, Caitlin let the bag fall on top of my face."I stubbed my toe in the dark!" she complained loudly, as her pussy rippled around my cock. "It fucking hurts!" Caitlin!" I gasped."I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, loudly. Then she called out to the neighbors. "I'm sorry I used a bad word, Mr. Henderson."He laughed. "No problem."But I hadn't. Evil, disgusting!" Vicki flung at him, struggling to break free, but his grip was like iron on her. She felt anger rise in her--not unreasoning anger that replaced the shocked horror which had numbed her mind until then. The line between love and hate was a thin one, and she had crossed over it the moment she'd seen what Kirk was doing in that bathtub with Christy Kaye. She hated him now, no longer loved him; she hated him enough to kill him! Yes, to kill him, to cut off that offending member. I grabbed her hips and started to turn her over. She quickly picked up on what I was trying to do and swung herself around, flipping onto her hands and knees. This way I would be able to concentrate on giving it to her hard without having to worry about the possibility of her seeing my face clearly in the moonlight. Damn she had a nice ass! Not bony...a nice roundness to it, but not fat...no, definitely prime flesh.I briefly wondered if she might be a virgin as I guided my penis to her cunt.. I'd have to get rid of the sock, and she would undoubtedly ask me if I knew what happened to her sock as I was the last one out of the office the night before. I fought the urge, but kept imagining putting her sock on my cock and stroking it. The thought of shooting a load into her damp sock was more than I could resist, so I decided to not think about how I would explain it and to just fuck the shit out of the sock.I slid it over the head of my cock and slowly moved it down my stiff shaft. Her.