THEY WERE BOTH IN THEIR JUNIOR YEAR IN COLLEGE. ONE NIGHT THERE WAS A PARTY AT ONE OF THE FRATERNITY HOUSES SO ME AND SOME OF MY GIRLFRIENDS WERE GOIN... TO GO. I WAS DRESSED IN A DENIM MINI SKIRT WITH A RED HALTER TOP AND 6 INCH RED HEELS. SO WE WENT TO THE PARTY AND WE WERE THERE FOR ABOUT AN HOUR DANCING WITH PRACTICALLY EVERY GUY THAT WAS THERE. MY GIRLFRIENDS LEFT THE PARTY WITH SOME GUYS SO I LEFT BACK TO THE CONDO. IT WAS ABOUT 1 AM WHEN I GOT BACK TO THE CONDO AND ONLY 1 OF THE GUYS WAS. The site we picked had plenty of wood and the best grass we'd seen for a while. We even managed to get in a nice bath before the wagons joined us after traveling eighteen miles.We were now and had been for some time in high desert country. It was still early enough in the year that although grass was sometimes scarce, we always seemed to be able to find enough to feed our animals. Ab said that was not going to be the case for the next few days.After supper, Millie wanted to inventory Abby's. Maybe it is because I am more bottom than top and like to be chased myself for a change. After a while a guy walked over and sat beside me at the bar. He smiled at me, said hi and told me his name was Frank. I smiled back and also introduced myself. Frank was an English businessman and like me on his last night in Budapest. He was a little bit younger than me and very gay. He was a bit smaller and boyish. He had a nice open face and personality. I am six foot tall and broad-shouldered and. Uhh shit.” Sara had squeezed her eyes shut again and held her mouth open and I grabbed her plump ass and rocked her back and forth. It was then that I heard the front door open. Sara's mom and by the sound of the soccer cleats Sara's little sister Ali were now home. Panic replaced pleasure on Sara's face as she rolled off me franticly looking for her sweat pants and tee shirt. I quickly reached for my jeans and belt. As silently as I could made a break for the upstairs bathroom. “Sara?” Ali.