Maybe the moon that had already long disappeared over the horizon was in the right place.Maybe she didn't want to break the wonderful sexual spell alr...ady cast over them.Whatever."I don't know." Very softly.There it was.Aaron couldn't miss it.Not "NO."And for the first time she wasn't being coerced with a hard cock buried deep inside her to impair her judgment."I don't know."She whispered it again.Aaron breathed hard. Already, the trip was a huge success!San Antonio had come and gone.They were. She was panting. Her clit finally stood up, and I took it in my mouth and flicked at it with the tip of my tongue. I was settling in to bring her to climax when Donna began to grope at my dick. I turned over and lay on my back in the warm water, encouraging Sylvie to sit on my face as Donna lowered her steaming cunt onto my rod. Rarely had I felt it so snug, so unctuous, so smooth. She ground her mound into my belly with each downstroke. Sylvie squatted over my face and I resumed sucking her. Nick laughed and tossed his bag on the bed. “Bitch, bitch, bitch!”“Is that a noun or a verb?” she laughed. She grabbed and pulled his hand towards the open door. “Come on! The sooner we get out of your room the sooner we get to my room!”Nick laughed and allowed his fiancé to pull him along. “I heard about you southern girls. My momma told me to only date Yankee girls! She said, you’d get me alone and make me do naughty things.”“I think you like naughty things.” She dragged him down the hallway. She glared, silently."Have you seen the one with the carpet?" I enquired. The chat was getting a little one sided. In fact she looked rather uncomfortable. The log was much too wide for her to reach the ground as she straddled it, and she had placed an offcut of wood on each side to stand on. Even then she was on tip toes, leaning forward with her weight on her hands in front of her.I grinned inwardly and stopped to look her in the eye. Of course she did not know that I knew what she was trying.