When we returned to base camp my cousins Buddy and Lewis were tied to a tree. They were smiling and laughing as Lori interrogated them. “Where is yo...r chief? Where is your Indian Village?”Buddy and Lewis wouldn’t tell them and they kept laughing as Lori and Franklin acted very seriously. Franklin gave Buddy a ‘pink belly’ with a series of sharp, open handed slaps. Lori popped her finger in her mouth to get it wet and then began to rub it around the inside of Lewis’s ears while he struggled. My eyes would run all over my body and I would marvel at how good I looked and how sexy I still was for someone of my age. Even if my husband didn't appreciate it, I would still appreciate myself. I would watch myself handle the cock and I would rub it as if it were real. Leaning back in the chair I would part my pussy lips and run a finger over my clitoris, circling the little bud a few times before going further and pressing a finger inside my pussy. With my other hand, I would do the same. He must have lost a sock or something behind the drawer or something. Scott dropped to his hands and knees and pulled the drawer out as far as it would go. He studied the runners for a moment, worked out where the release catches were. Pressing both catches in together, he slid the drawer fully out of the carcass. Scott put the drawer to the side and peered in. Sure enough something had fallen down behind the drawer. He reached in and pulled out one single blue ankle sock that definitely wasn’t. I told him to take his time and enjoy me. Having cum within the past hour, I was sure he would last longer.Taking deep breaths, inhaling when his cock entered me and exhaling when he withdrew, his cock throbbing with every thrust. I ask him if he had ever had his cock fucked by a pussy and he wanted to know what I meant. I told him to pull his cock out till just the head was inside me. Then I told him to look down. He watched as I began to slide my pussy back and forth over his cock. His low.