"May I come in?" Sandy just nodded; it was now her turn to be pissed off. Jeanie rushed forward almost blubbering, "I'm so sorry Sandy, can you ever f...rgive me? I was angry but if we're gonna spend the next year here next to each other, we might as well be friends. I was wrong, very wrong. What do you say?" Sandy turned to face Jeanie and held her arms out wide. Jeanie rushed into them and the girls hugged each other, both crying tears of joy.Jeanie was dressed in a shoulder-less pink. Her long straight hair hung loose and she had tried to hide behind it when she caught me staring initially, but I pushed it back to let her see how much I appreciated the sight of her.Tabitha's lithe form was piqued by her dress. I thought it was a bit short at first, but she assured me that she had worn dresses like it often. It was hot pink with purple embroidery running along her curves, accentuating her form and even drawing attention to her cleavage with subtle arrows pointing right at it. My chest was now crushing the smooth, spongy, and stiff boobs while I held her one side of the midriff. As our smooch became deep and crazy, the tongues rolled out to explore each other.My hand played the soft and stiff waist, trying to push the sari down and blouse up. Then I moved my complete body over her. My legs got between hers as my manhood rested on her womanhood. My hand took her left hand first and crossed fingers while my hand pinned it beside her pillow.Then she automatically gave. I know I’m an exhibitionist, but there are limits.“I don’t care,” he goes on. His hand is on my bare leg now, stroking the skin by the bottom edge of my short denim skirt, moving up just underneath and round onto the sensitive inner thigh. My skin’s tingling, I’m getting aroused myself.“Okay, a quick cuddle, but let’s go up into the woods there,” I concede.We break off from the path and go up the slope into the trees. It’s a bit cooler in there, but not much. I lean against a tree-trunk, and.