He tasted like strawberries, Mommy!" That's great," Mommy looked around, "but where's your luggage?" Oh, it's on the porch and I've got a surprise. No..., everybody shut their eyes and don't peek. Okay?" Becky ran toward the front door."Okay," everybody said.Becky returned a minute later. "Okay, you can open your eyes now," a tiny Asian girl in a blue sailor uniform trembled before the speechless women. "This is Kim. She's my age but," Becky said confidentially, "she's a virgin. See," she lifted. "And why should you, Mark Olsen?" Mark spun, startled at the cackling voice that had called him by name. At the entrance to the tent, gazing directly at him stood an old gypsy woman. The woman who'd answered him in a voice fairly dripping with an eastern-European accent. She hadn't been there one impossible second ago. "How do you...?"With a swirl of her skirts, she stood toe-to-toe with Mark, staring up into his eyes, her gypsy accent. "Your logic and science have left no room for the. These went on for some 2-3 minutes. Then Anil saw Malini pointing at his boner and smiling at him for that.She patted her hand on her chest, signaling, “I will take care of it.” Then continued talking on her phone with her husband. Anil thought maybe she would disconnect the call and then jerk him off. But no, Malini put her hand in Anil’s underwear.Her fingers already had squeezed his balls in his underwear. This was weird. Anil thought that Malini always had the intention of helping him,. . as well as a few other things...” Charlene rubbed herself solidly against Dave’s hardened cock. “...is getting me really horny, so I’m going to sit down and drink my beer. She broke from Dave’s clutches, gave him a quick peck on the lips, then dragged him toward the cabin’s pair of couches.After Dave having offered his guess as to what his girlfriend, Melissa, might be doing back in Austin – probably dancing in some night club down on sixth street, rubbing her pussy against some stranger’s.